English poem
The Fourth Book of Psalms
by Anonymous
Thou Lord our stay, hast been an house of habitation. From generation, unto us, to generation. Before the mountains were begot, the earth and world before Thou formed hadst, thou art a God from ay for evermore.
Thou dost by bruising to decay turn miserable men; Ye sons of men, then dost thou say, return ye back again. For while a thousand years do last, it is but in thy sight As yesterday when it is past, and as a watch by night.
Thou dost them bear away like as a flood that overflows: Like sleep they are, and as the grass, which in the morning grows Which in the morn is flourishing, and springing up doth rise; Which is cut down at evening, it withereth up likewise
Because by reason of thine ire we wasted are away; And by thine angers burning fire we speedilie decay. Thou hast set our iniquities before thee in thy sight. Our secret evils are likewise before thy faces light.
Because that in thy furie all our days away are roll'd: We spend away our years withal like as a tale that's told. The time is threescore years and ten, which our years days contain: And if thro' strength they fourscore been, their strength is grief and pain.
For soon its gone and hence we pass, O who is he doth know Thine angers strength? according as thy fear, thy wrath is so. O give thou us instruction to number so our days, That we our hearts may thereupon turn into wisdoms ways.
Jehovah turn thy self again, how long yet shall it be? And let it thee repent for them that servants are to thee. O satisfie us earlie with thy free bedignitie: That so through all our days we may joy and make melodie.
According to the days wherein affliction we have had; And years wherein ill we have seen now also make us glad. Unto thy servants O do thou Thy handie-work declare. And shew thy comely glory to those that their children are. The beautie of Jehovah thus our God let on us be: Confirm our handy work on us, confirm'd be it by thee.