²⁵ “My days are swifter than a runner;^(A)
    they fly away without a glimpse of joy.^(B)

⁹ Help us,^(A) God our Savior,
    for the glory of your name;
deliver us and forgive our sins
    for your name’s sake.^(B)

¹¹ They tell of the glory of your kingdom^(A)
    and speak of your might,^(B)

²² The music of harpists and musicians, pipers and trumpeters,
    will never be heard in you again.^(A)
No worker of any trade
    will ever be found in you again.
The sound of a millstone
    will never be heard in you again.^(B)

⁴ “What can I do with you, Ephraim?^(A)
    What can I do with you, Judah?
Your love is like the morning mist,
    like the early dew that disappears.^(B)

²⁶ He punishes them for their wickedness^(A)
    where everyone can see them,