O God, You have been our refuge in every generation.
Before the mountains came into being,
before You brought forth the earth and the world,
from eternity to eternity You are God.
You return us to dust:
You decreed: “Return, you mortals!”
For in Your sight a thousand years are as yesterday when it has passed,
as a watch in the night.
You engulf us in sleep; we are like grass that renews itself:
at daybreak it flourishes anew;
at dusk it withers and dries up.
The span of our life is threescore years and ten, or, given strength, fourscore years;
But the best of those years have trouble and sorrow,
They pass by speedily, and we are in darkness.
Teach us, therefore, so to number our days that we may attain a heart of wisdom.
Turn to us, O God!
Show mercy to Your servants.
Satisfy us at daybreak with Your steadfast love that we may sing for joy all our days.
Let Your deeds be seen by Your servants, Your glory by their children.
May Your favor, O God, be upon us.
Establish the work of our hands that it may long endure.