Coverdale(i)
3 Thou turnest man to destruccion, Agayne, thou sayest: come agayne ye children of men.
4 For a thousande yeares in thy sight are but as yesterdaye that is past, and like as it were a night watch.
5 As soone as thou scatrest them, they are euen as a slepe, and fade awaye sodenly like the grasse.
6 In the mornynge it is grene and groweth vp, but in the euenynge it is cutt downe and wythered.
7 For we consume awaye in thy displeasure, and are afrayed at thy wrothfull indignacion.