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Lord, You have been our dwelling place
Throughout all generations
Before the mountains were born
Before any limitations

Or You brought forth the whole world
From everlasting to everlasting You are God
You turn people back to dust
Saying, “Return to dust, You mortals”, these were Your words

A thousand years in Your sight
Are like a day that has just gone by
Or like a watch in the night
Or like a flight of one-day butterfly

Yet You sweep people away in the sleep of death—
They are like the new grass of the morning:
In the morning it springs up new
But it is dry and withered by evening

We are consumed by Your anger
And terrified by Your indignation
You have set our iniquities before You
Our secret sins in the light of Your presence; our breaks of Your limitations

All our days pass away under Your wrath
We finish our years with a moan
Our days may come to seventy years
Or eighty, if our strength endures, before we’re gone

Yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow
For they quickly pass, and we fly away
If only we knew the power of Your anger!
Your wrath is as great as the fear that is Your due, and Your way

Teach us to number our days
That we may gain a heart of wisdom
Relent, Lord! How long will it be?
Have compassion on Your servants in Your kingdom

Satisfy us in the morning with Your unfailing love
That we may sing for joy and be glad all our days
Make us glad for as many days as You have afflicted us
For as many years as we have seen trouble on our ways

May Your deeds be shown to Your servants
Your splendor to their children as You plan
May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us
Establish the work of our hands for us—
Yes, establish the work of our hands