5 You carry them away like a flood;
^aThey are like a sleep.
In the morning ^bthey are like grass which grows up: ‡

6 In the morning it flourishes and grows up;
In the evening it is cut down and withers.

10 The days of our lives are seventy years;
And if by reason of strength they are eighty years,
Yet their boast is only labor and sorrow;
For it is soon cut off, and we fly away.

11 Who knows the power of Your anger?
For as the fear of You, so is Your wrath.