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God, it seems you've been our home forever;

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Lord, you have been our dwelling place throughout all generations.

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Lord, You have been our dwelling place in all generations.

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Lord, through all the generations you have been our home!

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long before the mountains were born, Long before you brought earth itself to birth, from "once upon a time" to "kingdom come"--you are God.

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Before the mountains were born or you brought forth the earth and the world, from everlasting to everlasting you are God.

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Before the mountains were brought forth, Or ever You had formed the earth and the world, Even from everlasting to everlasting, You are God.

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Before the mountains were created, before you made the earth and the world, you are God, without beginning or end.

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So don't return us to mud, saying, "Back to where you came from!"

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You turn men back to dust, saying, "Return to dust, O sons of men."

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You turn man to destruction, And say, "Return, O children of men."

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You turn people back to dust, saying, "Return to dust!"

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Patience! You've got all the time in the world--whether a thousand years or a day, it's all the same to you.

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For a thousand years in your sight are like a day that has just gone by, or like a watch in the night.

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For a thousand years in Your sight Are like yesterday when it is past, And like a watch in the night.

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For you, a thousand years are as yesterday! They are like a few hours!

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Are we no more to you than a wispy dream, no more than a blade of grass

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You sweep men away in the sleep of death; they are like the new grass of the morning-

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You carry them away like a flood; They are like a sleep. In the morning they are like grass which grows up:

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You sweep people away like dreams that disappear or like grass that springs up in the morning.

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That springs up gloriously with the rising sun and is cut down without a second thought?

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though in the morning it springs up new, by evening it is dry and withered.

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In the morning it flourishes and grows up; In the evening it is cut down and withers.

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In the morning it blooms and flourishes, but by evening it is dry and withered.

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Your anger is far and away too much for us; we're at the end of our rope.

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We are consumed by your anger and terrified by your indignation.

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For we have been consumed by Your anger, And by Your wrath we are terrified.

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We wither beneath your anger; we are overwhelmed by your fury.

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You keep track of all our sins; every misdeed since we were children is entered in your books.

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You have set our iniquities before you, our secret sins in the light of your presence.

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You have set our iniquities before You, Our secret sins in the light of Your countenance.

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You spread out our sins before you--our secret sins--and you see them all.

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All we can remember is that frown on your face. Is that all we're ever going to get?

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All our days pass away under your wrath; we finish our years with a moan.

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For all our days have passed away in Your wrath; We finish our years like a sigh.

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We live our lives beneath your wrath. We end our lives with a groan.

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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.

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The length of our days is seventy years- or eighty, if we have the strength; yet their span is but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.

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The days of our lives are seventy years; And if by reason of strength they are eighty years, Yet their boast is only labor and sorrow; For it is soon cut off, and we fly away.

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Seventy years are given to us! Some may even reach eighty. But even the best of these years are filled with pain and trouble; soon they disappear, and we are gone.