Lord, you have been our dwelling place before the mountains were born, and before you had formed the earth and the world. From year to year, you sow men like grass: in the morning they sprout, green, and blossom, and by evening they wither and are cut. All of our days have passed away in your wrath. We fly away and become dust. Lord, satisfy us in the morning with your loving kindness, and then we will rejoice and be glad. Show us your great power. Let the favor of the Lord be on us. Establish the work of our hands.