ACV(i)
3 Thou turn man to destruction, and say, Return, ye sons of men.
4 For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.
5 Thou carry them away as with a flood. They are as a sleep. In the morning they are like grass which grows up.
6 In the morning it flourishes, and grows up. In the evening it is cut down, and withers.
7 For we are consumed in thine anger, and in thy wrath are we troubled.
8 Thou have 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 bring our years to an end as a sigh.
10 The days of our years are threescore years and ten, or even by reason of strength fourscore years, yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for it is soon gone, and we fly away.