Behold, thou hast made my days as it were a span long:
and mine age is even
as nothing in respect of thee;
and verily, every man living is altogether
vanity.
For man walketh in a vain shadow, and disquieteth himself in
vain:
he heapeth up riches, and cannot tell who shall gather them.
And
now, Lord, what is my hope? Truly, my hope is even in thee.
Hear my prayer, O
Lord, and let thine ears consider my calling:
hold not thy peace at my
tears.
For I am a stranger with thee: and a sojourner, as all my fathers
were.
O spare me a little, that I may recover my strength:
before I go
hence, and be no more seen.
Performance by the Rose Consort of Viols with Red Byrd [YouTube]