Psalm 90

A Prayer of Moses, the man of God.

Lord, You have been our dwelling place from generation to generation.

Before the mountains were born

Or You brought forth the earth and the world,

Even from everlasting to everlasting, You are God.

You turn man back into dust

And say, “Return, O sons of men.”

For a thousand years in Your sight

Are like yesterday when it passes by,

Or as a watch in the night.

You have swept them away like a flood, they fall asleep;

In the morning they are like grass which sprouts anew.

In the morning it blossoms and sprouts anew;

Toward evening it withers away and dries up.

For we have been consumed by Your anger

And by Your wrath we have been dismayed.

You have set our iniquities before You,

Our secret sins in the light of Your presence.

For all our days have declined in Your fury;

We have finished our years like a sigh.

As for the days of our life, they contain seventy years,

Or if due to might, eighty years,

Yet their pride is but labor and wickedness;

For soon it is gone and we fly away.

Who knows the power of Your anger

And Your fury, according to the fear that is due You?

So teach us to number our days,

That we may present to You a heart of wisdom.

Return, O Yahweh; how long will it be?

And be sorry for Your slaves.

O satisfy us in the morning with Your lovingkindness,

That we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.

Make us glad according to the days You have afflicted us,

And the years we have seen evil.

Let Your work appear to Your slaves

And Your majesty to their sons.

Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us;

And establish for us the work of our hands;

Establish the work of our hands.