^{3 Ref} Thou turnest man unto a bruised thing, And sayest, Turn back, ye sons of men.

^{4 Ref} For a thousand years in Thine eyes `are' as yesterday, For it passeth on, yea, a watch by night.

^{5 Ref} Thou hast inundated them, they are asleep, In the morning as grass he changeth.

^{6 Ref} In the morning it flourisheth, and hath changed, At evening it is cut down, and hath withered.

^{7 Ref} For we were consumed in Thine anger, And in Thy fury we have been troubled.

^{8 Ref} Thou hast set our iniquities before Thee, Our hidden things at the light of Thy face,

^{9 Ref} For all our days pined away in Thy wrath, We consumed our years as a meditation.

^{10 Ref} Days of our years, in them `are' seventy years, And if, by reason of might, eighty years, Yet `is' their enlargement labour and vanity, For it hath been cut off hastily, and we fly away.

^{11 Ref} Who knoweth the power of Thine anger? And according to Thy fear -- Thy wrath?