²⁵ “My days are swifter than a runner;
    they flee away; they see no good.

⁷ “Remember that my life is a breath;
    my eye will never again see good.^(B)

⁹ For all our days pass away under your wrath;
    our years come to an end^[a] like a sigh.^(A)
10 The days of our life are seventy years
    or perhaps eighty, if we are strong;
even then their span^[b] is only toil and trouble;
    they are soon gone, and we fly away.^(B)

¹¹ “You chastise mortals
    in punishment for sin,
consuming like a moth what is dear to them;
    surely everyone is a mere breath. Selah^(A)