Indeed, my life is consumed with griefand my years with groaning;my strength has failedbecause of my sinfulness,and my bones waste away.

Add days to the king’s life;may his years span many generations.

I consider days of old,years long past.

He made their days end in futility,their years in sudden disaster.

For in Your sight a thousand yearsare like yesterday that passes by,like a few hours of the night.

For all our days ebb away under Your wrath;we end our years like a sigh.

Our lives last seventy yearsor, if we are strong, eighty years.Even the best of them are struggle and sorrow;indeed, they pass quickly and we fly away.

Make us rejoice for as many days as You have humbled us,for as many years as we have seen adversity.

For 40 years I was disgusted with that generation;I said, “They are a people whose hearts go astray;they do not know My ways.”

I say: “My God, do not take mein the middle of my life!Your years continue through all generations.

But You are the same,and Your years will never end.