¹⁰ Our days may come to seventy years, or eighty, if our strength endures; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.

¹⁰ The years of our life are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty; yet their span[1] is but toil and trouble; they are soon gone, and we fly away.

¹⁰ We live for seventy years or so (with luck we might make it to eighty), And what do we have to show for it? Trouble. Toil and trouble and a marker in the graveyard.