O God, you have been my teacher from the time when I was young; and I have been talking of your works of wonder even till now.

I was in your hands even before my birth; you are my God from the time when I was in my mother's body.

Opening my mouth I will give out a story, even the dark sayings of old times;

Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers.