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Before the mountains were born,
or you had formed the earth
from
everlasting to everlasting
you are God.
You turn man back to dust
and say “Return, O children of man.”
For a
thousand years
in your eyes
is like
yesterday
that went by
or like a
watch period
in the night.
You sweep them away to death’s
sleep
They are like the new grass grown up in the
morning
In the
morning
it is fresh and grows up,
by the
evening
it is withered and dry.
Yes, we are consumed by your anger,
and by your wrath we are terrified.
You have set our iniquities before you,
our secret sins in the light of your presence.
All our
days
pass away under your wrath,
we finish our
years
with a moan.
The length of our
days
is seventy
years
,
or if we have strength, eighty;
yet their best is but trouble and oppression;
for they quickly pass and we fly away.
Who knows the strength of your anger
and your fury is what causes fear.
Teach us to count our
days
aright,
that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
Relent O Lord, How long?
and have compassion on your servants!
Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love,
that we may sing for joy and be glad all of our
days
.
Make us glad for as many
days
as you have afflicted us,
for as many
years
as we have seen trouble.
May your deeds be shown to your servants,
and your splendour to their children.
May the delight of the Lord our God rest upon us,
and establish the work of our hands for us,
yes, establish the work of our hands.