24 I say, 'My God, take me not up in the midst of my days,' Through all generations 'are' Thine years.
25 Beforetime the earth Thou didst found, And the work of Thy hands 'are' the heavens.
26 They -- They perish, and Thou remainest, And all of them as a garment become old, As clothing Thou changest them, And they are changed.
27 And Thou 'art' the same, and Thine years are not finished.
28 The sons of Thy servants do continue, And their seed before Thee is established!
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