The days of our years are threescore years and ten,\par\tab Or even by reason of strength fourscore years;\par\tab Yet is their pride but labor and sorrow;\par\tab For it is soon gone, and we fly away.
And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity?\par\tab For now shall I lie down in the dust;\par\tab And thou wilt seek me diligently, but I shall not be.\par