ن َعِيشُ لِسَبعِينَ سَنَةٍ كَتَنهِيدَةٍ! وَإنْ كُنّا أقوِياءَ، فَرُبَّما ثَمانِينَ. وَأغلَبُ تِلكَ السَّنَواتِ مَلِيئَةٌ بِالتَّعَبِ وَالألَمِ. فَجأةً تَنتَهِي سَنَواتُنا، وَنَحنُ نَطِيرُ!
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.
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