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YHWH, You have been our refuge In all generations.
Before the mountains were born, Or You had brought forth the earth and the world, Even from everlasting to everlasting You are El.
You turn man back to dust, And say, 'Return, O children of men.'
For a thousand years in Your eyes Are like yesterday that has past, Or like a watch in the night.
You have swept them away, They are as a sleep, Like grass that springs up in the morning.
In the morning it flourishes and springs up, At evening it is cut down and withered.
For we have been consumed by Your displeasure, And by Your wrath we are alarmed.
You have set our crookednesses before You, Our secret sin in the light of Your face.
For all our days have passed away in Your wrath, We spend our years like a whisper.
The days of our lives are seventy years; Or if due to strength, eighty years, Yet the best of them is but toil and exertion; For it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
Who knows the power of Your displeasure? And your wrath, according to the fear of You?
Teach us to number our days, And let us bring the heart to wisdom.
Return, O YHWH! How long? And be sorry for Your servants.
Satisfy us in the morning with Your kindness, And let us sing for joy all our days!
Give us joy according to The days You have afflicted us, The years we have seen evil.
Reveal Your work to Your servants, And Your splendour to their children.
And let the pleasantness Of YHWH our Elohim be upon us, And confirm the work of our hands for us; O confirm the work of our hands!