When the grass withers and the flowers fall,
And the wind blows and the whirlwind sweeps away,
My glory’s all gone, gone with your breath,
You are the one I fear.
Surely I am like a drop in a bucket,
Nothing more than dust on scales,
Lift up my eyes, who made the skies?
You are the one I revere.
Do you not know? Have you not heard? Has it not been told?
You sit above all, above the earth and all enthroned,
To whom shall I compare to you?
You are my only hope.
When I’m tired and weak and out of breath,
It is you that I shall find new strength,
And I will soar, high like the eagles,
You are the one I trust.
You are the everlasting one,
The creator of all the earth,
Incomparable strength and with great power,
And I will soar with you.