You return man to dust and say, "Return, O children of man!" For a thousand years in your sight are but as yesterday when it is past, or as watch in the night.
You sweep them away as with a flood; they are like a dream, like grass that is renewed in the morning in the morning it flourishes and is renewed; in the evening it fades and withers.
For I was brought to an end by your anger; by your wrath I am dismayed. You have set my iniquities before you, my secret sins in the light of your presence.
For all my days pass away under your wrath; I bring my years to an end like a sigh. The years of my life are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty; yet my span is but toil and trouble; mine are soon gone and I fly away. Who considers the power of your anger, and your wrath according to the fear of you?
So teach me to number my days that I may get a heart of wisdom. Return, O Lord! How long? Have pity on your servant. Satisfy me in the morning with your steadfast love, that I may rejoice and be glad all of my days. Make me glad for as many days as you have afflicted me, and for as many years as I have seen evil. Let your work be shown to your servant, and your glorious power to my children. Let the favor of the Lord my God be upon me and establish the work of my hands upon my family; yes establish the work of my hands.
Adopted from Psalm 90