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For all our days are passed away in thy wrath:
we spend our years as a tale that is told.
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.
11 Who knoweth the power of thine anger?
even according to thy fear, so is thy wrath.

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