The Eighth Sunday after Pentecost | August 4th
A prayer of Moses, the man of God. Lord, you have been our dwelling place throughout all generations. 2 Before the mountains were born, before you gave birth to the earth and the world, from eternity to eternity you are God. 3 You grind people to dust, and you say, “Return, children of Adam.” 4 For a thousand years in your sight are like a day, like yesterday that has gone by, or like a watch in the night. 5 You sweep them away like a flood. They are like sleep in the morning, like grass which changes quickly. 6 In the morning it sprouts and grows. By evening it is cut down, and it withers. 7 Surely, we are consumed by your anger, and by your wrath we are terrified. 8 You have laid out our guilty deeds in front of you. Our hidden sins are revealed in the light of your face. 9 For all our days pass away under your fury. We finish our years like a sigh. 10 The days of our lives add up to seventy years, or eighty years if we are strong. Yet the best of them are trouble and sorrow, for they disappear quickly, and we fly away. 11 Who can understand the power of your anger? But your fury is consistent with the fear that is owed to you. 12 Teach us to number our days in such a way, that we bring a heart of wisdom.