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Our life ebbs away under your wrath;(A)
    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.
11 Who comprehends the strength of your anger?
    Your wrath matches the fear it inspires.

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