A prayer of Moshe the man of God: Adonai, you have been our dwelling place in every generation.
Before the mountains were born, before you had formed the earth and the world, from eternity past to eternity future you are God.
You bring frail mortals to the point of being crushed, then say, "People, repent!"
For from your viewpoint a thousand years are merely like yesterday or a night watch.
When you sweep them away, they become like sleep; by morning they are like growing grass,
growing and flowering in the morning, but by evening cut down and dried up.
For we are destroyed by your anger, overwhelmed by your wrath.
You have placed our faults before you, our secret sins in the full light of your presence.
All our days ebb away under your wrath; our years die away like a sigh.
The span of our life is seventy years, or if we are strong, eighty; yet at best it is toil and sorrow, over in a moment, and then we are gone.
Who grasps the power of your anger and wrath to the degree that the fear due you should inspire?
So teach us to count our days, so that we will become wise.
Return, ADONAI! How long must it go on? Take pity on your servants!
Fill us at daybreak with your love, so that we can sing for joy as long as we live.
Let our joy last as long as the time you made us suffer, for as many years as we experienced trouble.
Show your deeds to your servants and your glory to their children.
May the favor of Adonai our God be on us, prosper for us all the work that we do -yes, prosper the work that we do.