For all our days have passed away under Your wrath. We spent our years like a sigh.
May they be like chaff before the wind, with the angel of Adonai driving them off.
With rebukes You chasten one for iniquity and You consume like a moth what he finds pleasure in. Surely all humanity is but a vapor. Selah
“Let me know, Adonai, my end and what the number of my days is. Let me know how short-lived I am.
So He ended their days in futility and their years in terror.
For a thousand years in Your sight are like a day just passing by, or like a watch in the night.