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Psalm XC
From æon to æonEre the mountains were born Thou art God!
Thou turnest the sons of the earthborn,
Thou turnest back mortals to dust.
For in thine eyes a thousand years lapsing
Are past as a watch in the night!
We blossom as herbs in the morning,
That are mown down and withered at eve!
Our days die away as a murmur,
And thy fury has finished our years!
How foolish our boasting and travail!
In vanity born to take flight!
O learn us our life-days to number,
That wisdom may home to our hearts.
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