³ You turn us back to dust,
    and say, “Turn back, you mortals.”
⁴ For a thousand years in your sight
    are like yesterday when it is past,
    or like a watch in the night.

⁵ You sweep them away; they are like a dream,
    like grass that is renewed in the morning;
⁶ in the morning it flourishes and is renewed;
    in the evening it fades and withers.

⁷ For we are consumed by your anger;
    by your wrath we are overwhelmed.
⁸ You have set our iniquities before you,
    our secret sins in the light of your countenance.

⁹ For all our days pass away under your wrath;
    our years come to an end like a sigh.
¹⁰ The days of our life are seventy years,
    or perhaps eighty, if we are strong;
even then their span is only toil and trouble;
    they are soon gone, and we fly away.

¹¹ Who considers the power of your anger?
    Your wrath is as great as the fear that is due you.
¹² So teach us to count our days
    that we may gain a wise heart.

¹³ Turn, O Lord! How long?
    Have compassion on your servants!
¹⁴ Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love,
    so that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.
¹⁵ Make us glad as many days as you have afflicted us,
    and as many years as we have seen evil.
¹⁶ Let your work be manifest to your servants,
    and your glorious power to their children.
¹⁷ Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us,
    and prosper for us the work of our hands—
    O prosper the work of our hands!