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7 For we consume awaye in thy displeasure, & are afrayed at thy wrathfull indignacyon.
8 Thou hast set oure misdedes before the, and oure secrete synnes in the lyght of thy countenaunce.
9 For when thou art angrye, all oure dayes are gone: we brynge our yeares to an ende, as it were a tale that is tolde.
10 The dayes of oure age are thre score yeares and ten: and though men be so stronge that they come to foure score yeares, yet is theyr strength then but laboure and sorowe: so soone passeth it awaye, and we are gone.
11 But who regardeth the power of thy wrath, for euen therafter as a man feareth, so is thy displeasure.