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You have kept our faults before you,
    our hidden sins in the light of your face.(A)
Our life ebbs away under your wrath;(B)
    our years end like a sigh.
10 Seventy is the sum of our years,
    or eighty, if we are strong;
Most of them are toil and sorrow;
    they pass quickly, and we are gone.

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