^{9 Ref} For all our days have passed away in your wrath. We bring our years to an end as a sigh.

^{10 Ref} The days of our years are seventy, Or even by reason of strength eighty years; Yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, For it passes quickly, and we fly away.

^{11 Ref} Who knows the power of your anger, Your wrath according to the fear that is due to you?

^{12 Ref} So teach us to number our days, That we may gain a heart of wisdom.