Psalms 90
1 A prayer of Moses, the man of God. Lord, through every generation, you have been “home” for us!
Lord, you have been our dwelling place in all generations.
2 Before the mountains were born, before you gave birth to the earth and the universe, from eternity past to eternity future, you are God.
Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever you had formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, you are God.
3 You turn people back into dust, saying, “Return to dust, human beings.”
You turn man to destruction; and say, Return, you children of men.
4 In your eyes, a thousand years are like a day that's already gone; like a few passing hours of the night.
For a thousand years in your sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.
5 You bring people's lives to a sudden end, like dreams that vanish. They are like grass that grows up in the morning—
You carry them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which grows up.
6 it sprouts in the morning, fresh and new, but by the evening it is withered and dead.
In the morning it flourishes, and grows up; in the evening it is cut down, and wither.
7 We are burned up by your anger, terrified by your fury.
For we are consumed by your anger, and by your wrath are we troubled.
8 You have set out our sins before you—our secret sins are visible in the light of your presence.
You have set our iniquities before you, our secret sins in the light of your countenance.
9 Our lives fade away under your anger, coming to an end as quickly as a sigh.
For all our days are passed away in your wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.
10 We live for seventy years—eighty if we have the strength. But even in the prime of life all that we have is hardship and suffering. Soon our lives are over and we're gone.
The days of our years are three score years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labor and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
11 Who can know the power of your anger? Who understands your fury so you can be shown reverence?
Who knows the power of your anger? even according to your fear, so is your wrath.
12 Teach us to value every one of our days so we can live wisely!
So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts to wisdom.
13 Lord, how long will it be before you come back to us and have pity on us your servants?
Return, O LORD, how long? and let it repent you concerning your servants.
14 Show us every morning your trustworthy love so we may be happy, full of joy throughout our lives.
O satisfy us early with your mercy; that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.
15 Make us glad for as many days as you made us sad, for all the years we suffered!
Make us glad according to the days wherein you have afflicted us, and the years wherein we have seen evil.
16 May we, your servants, see you at work for us again; may our children see your glory.
Let your work appear to your servants, and your glory to their children.
17 May our Lord God be pleased with us, blessing what we do, blessing what we do.
And let the beauty of the LORD our God be on us: and establish you the work of our hands on us; yes, the work of our hands establish you it.
