For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale [that is told].
Ver. 9. For all our days are passed away] Heb. do turn away the face. See Psalms 90:3 .
We spend our years as a tale that is told] The grace whereof is brevity, q.d. dicto citius. Some render it, as a thought, that ariseth and passeth. To this sense the Greek poet;
Aιφα γαρ ωστε νοημα παρερχεται αγλαυς ηβη .
The Chaldee hath it, Ut flatus oris in Hyeme, as the breath of one's mouth in winter. See James 4:14 .