9 For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.
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All our days pass away under your wrath; we finish our years with a moan.
10 The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
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Our days may come to seventy years, or eighty, if our strength endures; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.