Great(i)
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.