⁹ For all our days have passed away in Your wrath;
We finish our years like a sigh.
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.

⁴⁷ Remember how short my time ^(A)is;
For what ^(B)futility have You created all the children of men?

¹¹ When with rebukes You correct man for iniquity,
You make his beauty ^(A)melt away like a moth;
Surely every man is vapor. Selah

⁵ Indeed, You have made my days as handbreadths,
And my age is as nothing before You;
Certainly every man at his best state is but ^(A)vapor. Selah