Geneva(i)
3 Thou turnest man to destruction: againe thou sayest, Returne, ye sonnes of Adam.
4 For a thousande yeeres in thy sight are as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.
5 Thou hast ouerflowed them: they are as a sleepe: in the morning he groweth like the grasse:
6 In the morning it florisheth and groweth, but in the euening it is cut downe and withereth.
7 For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled.
8 Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, and our secret sinnes in the light of thy countenance.
9 For all our dayes are past in thine anger: we haue spent our yeeres as a thought.
10 The time of our life is threescore yeeres and ten, and if they be of strength, fourescore yeeres: yet their strength is but labour and sorowe: for it is cut off quickly, and we flee away.