Orlando Gibbons: Behold, thou hast made my days

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]