The days of our years are threescore years and ten, Or even by reason of strength fourscore years; Yet is their pride but labor and sorrow; For it is soon gone, and we fly away.

The measure of our life is seventy years; and if through strength it may be eighty years, its pride is only trouble and sorrow, for it comes to an end and we are quickly gone.

Αι ημεραι της ζωης ημων ειναι καθ' εαυτας εβδομηκοντα ετη, και εαν εν ευρωστια, ογδοηκοντα ετη· πλην και το καλητερον μερος αυτων ειναι κοπος και πονος, διοτι ταχεως παρερχεται και εμεις πετωμεν.

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.