1. My youth has passed, and I've given up childish ways
Since gray hairs have attacked my temples to abrade

2. The prohibition turned me toward righteousness
For I feared the talk of the blamer behind my back

3. O heedless one persisting upon sin so oft
No excuse remains at the time of standing still

4. On the day the sky lays bare what's atop all heads
By our deeds we cannot attain deliverance

5. Save that for my wrongs and neglect, I hope
God's bountiful pardon and grace I may invoke.