Let this be written down for those born after us.
Then people who are not yet born can praise the Lord.
Here is what should be written.
“The Lord looked down from his temple in heaven.
From heaven he viewed the earth.
He heard the groans of the prisoners.
He set free those who were sentenced to death.”
So people will talk about him in Zion.
They will praise him in Jerusalem.
Nations and kingdoms
will gather there to worship the Lord.
When I was still young, he took away my strength.
He wasn’t going to let me live much longer.
So I said, “My God, don’t let me die in the middle of my life.
You will live for all time to come.
In the beginning you made the earth secure.
You placed it on its foundations.
Your hands created the heavens.
They will pass away. But you will remain.
They will all wear out like a piece of clothing.
You will make them like clothes
that are taken off and thrown away.
But you remain the same.
Your years will never end.
Our children will live with you.
Their sons and daughters will be safe in your care.”