Before the mountains were born
Or You gave birth to the earth and the world,
Even from everlasting to everlasting, You are God.

So teach us to number our days,
That we may present to You a heart of wisdom.

For a thousand years in Your sight
Are like yesterday when it passes by,
Or as a watch in the night.

A Prayer of Moses, the man of God.
Lord, You have been our dwelling place in all generations.

As for the days of our life, they contain seventy years,
Or if due to strength, eighty years,
Yet their pride is but labor and sorrow;
For soon it is gone and we fly away.

Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us;
And confirm for us the work of our hands;
Yes, confirm the work of our hands.

O satisfy us in the morning with Your lovingkindness,
That we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.

You turn man back into dust
And say, “Return, O children of men.”

You have placed our iniquities before You,
Our secret sins in the light of Your presence.

For all our days have declined in Your fury;
We have finished our years like a sigh.

Who understands the power of Your anger
And Your fury, according to the fear that is due You?

You have swept them away like a flood, they fall asleep;
In the morning they are like grass which sprouts anew.

Let Your work appear to Your servants
And Your majesty to their children.

Do return, O Lord; how long will it be?
And be sorry for Your servants.

For we have been consumed by Your anger
And by Your wrath we have been dismayed.

Make us glad according to the days You have afflicted us,
And the years we have seen evil.

In the morning it flourishes and sprouts anew;
Toward evening it fades and withers away.