Yizkor

Lord, what is man that You care for him, a mortal that You notice him?
Man is like a fleeting breath, his days like a passing shadow.
In the morning he flourishes and grows;
     in the evening he withers and dries up.
Teach us to number our days, that we may get a heart of wisdom.
Mark the blameless, note the upright, for the end of such a person is peace.
God will redeem my soul from the grave, for He will receive me, Selah.
My flesh and my heart may fail,
     but God is the strength of my heart and my portion for ever.
The dust returns to the earth as it was,
     but the spirit returns to God who gave it.

(Beginning)
Koren