YLT(i)
24 I say, `My God, take me not up in the midst of my days,' Through all generations are Thine years.
25 Beforetime the earth Thou didst found, And the work of Thy hands are the heavens.
26 They—They perish, and Thou remainest, And all of them as a garment become old, As clothing Thou changest them, And they are changed.
27 And Thou art the same, and Thine years are not finished.