Все дни наши прошли во гневе Твоём; мы теряем лета наши, как звук.
[Пс 89:9 (90)]
All our days pass away under your wrath; we finish our years with a moan.
For all our days pass away under your wrath; we bring our years to an end like a sigh.
For all our days have declined in Your fury; We have finished our years like a sigh.
We live our lives beneath your wrath, ending our years with a groan.
For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.
For all our days have passed away in Your wrath; We finish our years like a sigh.
For all our days pass away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a [passing] thought.