3. At your command we dieand turn back to dust,
4. but a thousand yearsmean nothing to you!They are merely a day gone byor a few hours in the night.
5. You bring our lives to an endjust like a dream.We are merely tender grass
6. that sprouts and growsin the morning,but dries up by evening.
7. Your furious anger frightensand destroys us,
8. and you know all our sins,even those we do in secret.