Lord, thou hast been our refuge from one generation to another. Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever the earth and the world were made, thou art God from everlasting, and world without end. Thou turnest man to destruction; again thou sayest, Come again, ye children of men. For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday seeing that is past as a watch in the night. As soon as thou scatterest them, the are even as a sleep, and fade away suddenly like the grass. In the morning it is green, and groweth up, but in the evening it is cut down, dried up and withered. For when thou art angry, all our days are gone; we bring our years to an end, as it were a tale that is told.
(Psalm90,1-6,9)