Her foundations are upon the holy hills *
the Lord loveth the gates of Sion more than all the dwellings of Jacob.
Very excellent things are spoken of thee *
thou city of God.
I will think upon Rahab and Babylon *
with them that know me.
Behold ye the Philistines also *
and they of Tyre, with the Morians; lo, there was he born.
And of Sion it shall be reported that he was born in her *
and the most High shall stablish her.
The Lord shall rehearse it when he writeth up the people *
that he was born there.
The singers also and trumpeters shall he rehearse *
All my fresh springs shall be in thee.
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 they 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 we consume away in thy displeasure *
and are afraid at thy wrathful indignation.
Thou hast set our misdeeds before thee *
and our secret sins in the light of thy countenance.
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.
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.
But who regardeth the power of thy wrath *
for even thereafter as a man feareth, so is thy displeasure.
So teach us to number our days *
that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.
Turn thee again, O Lord, at the last *
and be gracious unto thy servants.
O satisfy us with thy mercy, and that soon *
so shall we rejoice and be glad all the days of our life.
Comfort us again now after the time that thou hast plagued us *
and for the years wherein we have suffered adversity.
Shew thy servants thy work *
and their children thy glory.
And the glorious majesty of the Lord our God be upon us *
prosper thou the work of our hands upon us, O prosper thou our handywork.