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.