24 I say, “O my God, ado not take me away in the midst of my days,
Your byears are from generation to all generations.
25 Of old You afounded the earth,
And the bheavens are the work of Your hands.
26 Even they will aperish, but You will remain;
And all of them will wear out like a garment;
Like clothing You will change them and they will be changed.
27 But You are athe same,
And Your years will not come to an end.