One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth standeth for ever.
Remember his marvellous works which he hath done; his wonders, and the judgments of his mouth.
Your fathers, where are they? and the prophets, shall they live always?
Heaven and earth shall pass, but my words shall not pass.
He answered: The days of my pilgrimage are a hundred and thirty years, few, and evil. And they are not come up to the days of the pilgrimage of my fathers.
A gradual canticle. When the Lord brought back the captivity of Sion, we became like men comforted.
Last of all the woman died also.