We live our lives beneath your wrath, ending our years with a groan.
Blow them away like chaff in the wind— a wind sent by the angel of the Lord.
Hear my prayer, O Lord! Listen to my cries for help! Don’t ignore my tears. For I am your guest— a traveler passing through, as my ancestors were before me.
You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand. My entire lifetime is just a moment to you; at best, each of us is but a breath.” Interlude
So he ended their lives in failure, their years in terror.
For you, a thousand years are as a passing day, as brief as a few night hours.