Psalm 102
25 Of old you laid the foundation of the earth,
and the heavens are the work of your hands.
26 They will perish, but you will remain;
they will all wear out like a garment.
You will change them like a robe, and they will pass away,
27 but you are the same, and your years have no end.
28 The children of your servants shall dwell secure;
their offspring shall be established before you.
This is the concluding paragraph of a "psalm of complaint." The psalmist is faint, totally worn out by life. He has come to the end of himself? How can he go on? Only by the strength of the Eternal One. Everyone and everything else wears out. He goes on and on and on with full strength and power. When you can't take any more, turn to Him. He is our eternal security.