For all our days pined away in Thy wrath, We consumed our years as a meditation.
They are as chaff before wind, And a messenger of Jehovah driving away.
Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, And `to' my cry give ear, Unto my tear be not silent, For a sojourner I `am' with Thee, A settler like all my fathers.
Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age `is' as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity `is' every man set up. Selah.
And He consumeth in vanity their days, And their years in trouble.
For a thousand years in Thine eyes `are' as yesterday, For it passeth on, yea, a watch by night.