Burnt up it is with flaming fire, it also is cut down: They utterly are perished, when as thy face doth frown.
When with rebukes thou dost correct man for iniquity, Thou wastes his beauty like a moth: sure each man's vanity.
For by thine anger we're consum'd, thy wrath makes us afraid.
How long, Lord, shall thine anger last? wilt thou still keep the same? And shall thy fervent jealousy burn like unto a flame?