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.
Vore Livsdage er halvfjerdsindstyve År, og kommer det højt, da firsindstyve. Deres Herlighed er Møje og Slid, thi hastigt går det, vi flyver af Sted.