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

O satisfy us early with thy mercy; that we may rejoice and be glad all our days

Make us glad according to the days wherein thou hast afflicted us, and the years wherein we have seen evil

Let thy work appear unto thy servants, and thy glory unto their children

And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us: and establish thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands establish thou it. Amen