All we can remember is that frown on your face. Is that all we're ever going to get?
We live for seventy years or so (with luck we might make it to eighty), And what do we have to show for it? Trouble. Toil and trouble and a marker in the graveyard.
Who can make sense of such rage, such anger against the very ones who fear you?
Oh! Teach us to live well! Teach us to live wisely and well!
Come back, God - how long do we have to wait? - and treat your servants with kindness for a change.
Surprise us with love at daybreak; then we'll skip and dance all the day long.
Make up for the bad times with some good times; we've seen enough evil to last a lifetime.
Let your servants see what you're best at - the ways you rule and bless your children.
And let the loveliness of our Lord, our God, rest on us, confirming the work that we do. Oh, yes. Affirm the work that we do!