From eternity to eternity thou art God.
Like grass which grows up,
That in the dawn is fresh and flourishing,
Then by twilight fades and withers
Our life is seventy years
Or eighty at the most.
Yet is their pride
But toil and disappointment -
For it is soon gone and we fly away.
We bring our years to an end as a sigh.
So teach us to count our days
That we may get a heart of wisdom!
Grant us joy as long as thou has been afflicting us,
For all the years we have had suffering.
And let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us
And prosper the work of our hands!
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