Behold, thou hast made my days a span long, and mine age is even as nothing in respect of thee; and verily every man living is altogether vanity. Selah

LORD, how long shall the ungodly, how long shall the ungodly triumph?

O God, how long shall the adversary do this dishonour? How long shall the enemy blaspheme thy name? Forever?

{To the Chanter, a Psalm of David} How long wilt thou forget me, O LORD? Forever? How long wilt thou hide thy face from me?

How long shall I seek counsel in my soul, and be so vexed in my heart? How long shall mine enemies triumph over me?

Yet will I say, "O my God, take me not away in the midst of my age; as for thy years, they endure throughout all generations."

The days of our age are threescore years and ten: and though men be so strong that they come to fourscore years, yet is their strength then but labour and sorrow; so soon passeth it away, and we are gone.

They shall also bring forth more fruit in their age, and shall be fat and well liking,

Cast me not away in mine old age; forsake me not when my strength faileth me.

Forsake me not, O God, in mine old age, when I am grey-headed, until I have showed thy strength unto children's children, and thy power to all them that are yet for to come.