Matthew(i)
3 Thou turnest man to destruccyon, Agayne, thou sayest: come agayne ye chyldren of men
4 For a thousande yeares in thy sighte are but as yesterdaye that is past, and lyke as it were a nyght watch.
5 As sone as thou scatrest them, they are euen as a slepe, & fade awaye sodenly like the grasse.
6 In the mornyng it is grene and groweth vp, but in the euenynge it is cut doune and wythered.
7 For we consume awaye in thy displeasure, and are afrayed at thy wrathful indignacion.
8 Thou settest our misdedes before the, and our secrete sinnes in the light 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 .iij. score yeares and ten: and though men be so strong that they come to foure score yeares, yet is their strength then but laboure, & sorowe: so soone passeth it awaye, and we are gone.