Psalms 90:9-11

For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale {that is told}. {passed...: Heb. turned away} {as a...: or, as a meditation} The days of our years {are} threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength {they be} fourscore years, yet {is} their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away. {The days...: Heb. As for the days of our years, in them are seventy years} Who knoweth the power of thine anger? even according to thy fear, {so is} thy wrath.