8Thou settest our iniquities before thee, Our secret sins in the light of thy countenance.
9By reason of thine anger all our days vanish away; We spend our years like a thought.
10The days of our life are threescore years and ten, And, by reason of strength, may be fourscore years: Yet is the pride of them weariness and sorrow; For it vanisheth swiftly, and we fly away.
11Yet who attendeth to the power of thine anger? Who with due reverence regardeth thine indignation?
Psalms 90
Psalms 90:8-11