Coverdale(i)
7 For we consume awaye in thy displeasure, and are afrayed at thy wrothfull indignacion.
8 Thou settest oure mi?dedes before the, and oure secrete synnes in the light of thy countenaunce.
9 For when thou art angrie, all or dayes are gone, we brynge or yeares to an ende, as it were a tayle that is tolde.
10 The dayes of oure age are iij. score yeares & ten: & though men be so stronge that they come to iiij. score yeares, yet is their strength then but laboure and sorowe: so soone passeth it awaye, & we are gone.
11 But who regardeth the power of thy wrath, thy fearfull & terrible displeasure?