8
Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance.
9
For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.
10
The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.