Psalm 102:24–27

“O my God,” I say, “take me not away

in the midst of my days—

you whose years endure

throughout all generations!”

Of old you laid the foundation of the earth,

and the heavens are the work of your hands.

They will perish, but you will remain;

they will all wear out like a garment.

You will change them like a robe, and they will pass away,

but you are the same, and your years have no end.

So I said:

“Do not take me away, my God, in the midst of my days;

your years go on through all generations.

In the beginning you laid the foundations of the earth,

and the heavens are the work of your hands.

They will perish, but you remain;

they will all wear out like a garment.

Like clothing you will change them

and they will be discarded.

But you remain the same,

and your years will never end.

I say, “My God, do not take me

in the middle of my life!

Your years continue through all generations.

Long ago you established the earth,

and the heavens are the work of your hands.

They will perish, but you will endure;

all of them will wear out like clothing.

You will change them like a garment,

and they will pass away.

But you are the same,

and your years will never end.

But I cried to him, “O my God, who lives forever,

don’t take my life while I am so young!

Long ago you laid the foundation of the earth

and made the heavens with your hands.

They will perish, but you remain forever;

they will wear out like old clothing.

You will change them like a garment

and discard them.

But you are always the same;

you will live forever.

I say, “My God, do not carry me off

from my life in the middle of my days.”

Your years continue throughout all generations.

Long ago you laid the foundation of the earth,

and the heavens are the work of your hands.

They will perish, but you will endure.

And like a garment they will all wear out,

you will replace them like clothing, and they will be set aside.

But you are the same,

and your years do not end.

I said, O my God, take me not away in the midst of my days:

Thy years are throughout all generations.

Of old hast thou laid the foundation of the earth:

And the heavens are the work of thy hands.

They shall perish, but thou shalt endure:

Yea, all of them shall wax old like a garment;

As a vesture shalt thou change them, and they shall be changed:

But thou art the same,

And thy years shall have no end.