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Psalm 89 (LXX)
O Lord, you have been our refuge from one generation to the next. / Before the mountains were born or the earth or the world brought forth,
You are God, without beginning or end. / You turn mortals back to dust and say: “Go back, Adam´s child.“
To your eyes a thousand years are like yesterday, come and gone, / No more than a watch in the night.
You sweep us away like a dream, like grass which springs up in the morning. / In the morning it springs up and flowers: by evening it withers and fades.
So we are destroyed in your anger, struck with terror and fury. / Our guilt lies open before you; our secrets in the light of your face.
All our days pass away in your anger. Our life is over like a sigh. / Our span is seventy years, or eighty for those who are strong.
And most of these are emptiness and pain. They pass swiftly and we are gone. / Who understands the power of your anger and fears the strength of your fury?