Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place from one generation to another
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 destruction; 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 a sleep; 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 by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled
Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance
For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told
The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labor and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away
Who knoweth the pow'r of thine anger? even according to thy fear, so is thy wrath
So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom
Return, O Lord, how long? and let it repent thee concerning thy servants
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 destruction; 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 a sleep; 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 by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled
Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance
For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told
The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labor and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away
Who knoweth the pow'r of thine anger? even according to thy fear, so is thy wrath
So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom
Return, O Lord, how long? and let it repent thee concerning thy servants
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