He has cut me down in midlife, shortening my days.
But I cried to him, "My God, who lives forever, don't take my life while I am still so young!
In ages past you laid the foundation of the earth, and the heavens are the work of your hands.
Even they will perish, but you remain forever; they will wear out like old clothing. You will change them like a garment, and they will fade away.
But you are always the same; your years never end.
The children of your people will live in security. Their children's children will thrive in your presence."