Lord, Thou has been our dwelling place in all generations.
Before the mountains were brought forth,
or ever Thou hadst formed the earth and the world
Even from everlasting to everlasting, Thou art God.
Thou turnest man to contrition;
And Sayest: Return, ye children of men.
For a thousand years in Thy sight
are but as yesterday when it is past,
and as a watch in the night.
Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as sheep;
In the morning they are like grass which groweth up,
In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up.
In the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
For we are consumed in Thine anger,
And by Thy wrath are we hurried away.
Thou hast set our inquiries before Thee,
Our secret sins in the light of Thy countenance.
For all our days are passed away in Thy wrath;
We bring our years to an end as a tale athat is told
The days of our years are three-score years and ten,
Or even by reason of strength four-score years;
Yet is their pride but travail and vanity;
For it is speedily gone, and we fly away.
Who knoweth the pwer of Thine anger.
and Thy wrath according to the fear that is due unto Thee?
So teach us to number our days,
That we may get us a heart of wisdom.