Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God.
All our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our days as a tale that is told.
So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.
What time my heart is overwhelmed, and in perplexity,
do thou me lead unto the Rock that higher is than I.
For he remembers we are dust,
and he our frame well knows.
Frail man, his days are like the grass,
as flower in field he grows.
For over it the wind doth pass
and it away is gone,
and of the place where once it was
it shall no more be known.
But unto them that do him fear
God’s mercy never ends,
and to their children’s children dear
his righteousness extends,
to such as keep his covenant
and mindful are alway
of his most just commandments
that they may them obey.
(Psalm 90, Psalm 61, Psalm 103)