Psalm 90 - 92

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From Everlasting to Everlasting, You Are God

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.

In the Shadow of the Almighty

He who abides in the shelter of the Most High

Will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.

I will say to Yahweh, “My refuge and my fortress,

My God, in whom I trust!”

For it is He who delivers you from the snare of the trapper

And from the destructive pestilence.

He will cover you with His pinions,

And under His wings you will take refuge;

His truth is a large shield and bulwark.

You will not be afraid of terror by night,

Or arrow that flies by day;

Of pestilence that moves in darkness,

Or of destruction that devastates at noon.

A thousand may fall at your side

And ten thousand at your right hand,

But it shall not approach you.

You will only look on with your eyes

And see the recompense of the wicked.

For you have made Yahweh—my refuge,

The Most High—your dwelling place.

No evil will befall you,

And no plague will come near your tent.

For He will command His angels concerning you,

To guard you in all your ways.

On their hands they will bear you up,

Lest you strike your foot against a stone.

You will tread upon the fierce lion and cobra,

The young lion and the serpent you will trample down.

“Because he has loved Me, therefore I will protect him;

I will set him securely on high, because he has known My name.

He will call upon Me, and I will answer him;

I will be with him in his distress;

I will rescue him and honor him.

With a long life I will satisfy him

And I will show him My salvation.”

How Great Are Your Works, O Yahweh

A Psalm. A Song for the Sabbath day.

It is good to give thanks to Yahweh

And to sing praises to Your name, O Most High;

To declare Your lovingkindness in the morning

And Your faithfulness by night,

With the ten‑stringed lute and with the harp,

With resounding music upon the lyre.

For You, O Yahweh, have made me glad by what You have done,

I will sing for joy at the works of Your hands.

How great are Your works, O Yahweh!

Your thoughts are very deep.

A senseless man does not know,

And a fool does not understand this:

That when the wicked flourished like grass

And all the workers of iniquity blossomed,

It was only that they might be destroyed forevermore.

But You are on high forever, O Yahweh.

For, behold, Your enemies, O Yahweh,

For, behold, Your enemies will perish;

All the workers of iniquity will be scattered.

But You have raised up my horn like that of the wild ox;

I have been anointed with fresh oil.

And my eye has looked exultantly upon my foes,

My ears hear of the evildoers who rise up against me.

The righteous man will flourish like the palm tree,

He will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

Planted in the house of Yahweh,

They will flourish in the courts of our God.

They will still yield fruit in old age;

They shall be rich and fresh,

To declare that Yahweh is upright;

He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in Him.

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