Английская поэзия XIV–XX веков в современных русских переводах [билингва]

Teach us, O Lord, to number well our days,
      Thereby our hearts to wisdom to apply;
For that which guides man best in all his ways,
      Is meditation of mortality.
            This bubble light, this vapour of our breath,
            Teach us to consecrate to hour of death.

Return unto us, Lord, and balance now,
      With days of joy, our days of misery;
Help us right soon, our knees to thee we bow,
      Depending wholly on thy clemency;
            Then shall thy servants both with heart and voice,
            All the days of their life in thee rejoice.

Begin thy work, O Lord, in this our age,
      Shew it unto thy servants that now live;
But to our children raise it many a stage,
      That all the world to thee may glory give.
            Our handy-work likewise, as fruitful tree
            Let it, O Lord, blessed, not blasted be.