Are Your days like those of a mortal, or Your years like those of a strong man,
that You should seek out my iniquity and search out my sin,
Behold, God is exalted —beyond our knowledge! The number of His years is unsearchable.
My days are like a lengthening shadow, and I wither away like grass.
But You are the same, and Your years will never end.
And like a robe You will roll them up, and like clothing they will be changed; but You are the same, and Your years shall never end.”
But don’t forget this one thing, loved ones, that with the Lord one day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like one day.