Coverdale(i)
3 Thou turnest man to destruccion, Agayne, thou sayest: come agayne ye children of men.
4 For a thousande yeares in thy sight are but as yesterdaye that is past, and like as it were a night watch.
5 As soone as thou scatrest them, they are euen as a slepe, and fade awaye sodenly like the grasse.
6 In the mornynge it is grene and groweth vp, but in the euenynge it is cutt downe and wythered.
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?
12 O teach vs to nombre oure dayes, that we maye applie oure hertes vnto wy?dome.