Psalms 90
1 A prayer of Moses, the man of God. Lord, through every generation, you have been “home” for us!
A prayer of Moses, the man of God. Lord, you have been a home to us one generation after another.
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 born, or the earth and the world were brought forth, from everlasting to everlasting you are God.
3 You turn people back into dust, saying, “Return to dust, human beings.”
You bring us back to the dust, you summon mortals to return.
4 In your eyes, a thousand years are like a day that's already gone; like a few passing hours of the night.
For you see a thousand years as the passing of yesterday, 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—
Your floods sweep them away; they are like a dream, or like grass which sprouts in the morning,
6 it sprouts in the morning, fresh and new, but by the evening it is withered and dead.
which blossoms and sprouts in the morning, but by evening is cut and withered.
7 We are burned up by your anger, terrified by your fury.
For your anger consumes us, the heat of your wrath confounds us.
8 You have set out our sins before you—our secret sins are visible in the light of your presence.
Our sins you have set before you, our secrets in the light of your face.
9 Our lives fade away under your anger, coming to an end as quickly as a sigh.
For through your wrath our days are declining, we bring our years to an end as a sigh.
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 span of our life is seventy years, or, if we are strong, maybe eighty; yet is their breadth but empty toil, for swiftly they go, and we fly away.
11 Who can know the power of your anger? Who understands your fury so you can be shown reverence?
Who lays to heart the power of your anger? Or who stands in reverent awe of your wrath?
12 Teach us to value every one of our days so we can live wisely!
O teach us to count our days so our minds may learn wisdom.
13 Lord, how long will it be before you come back to us and have pity on us your servants?
Return, O Lord; why so long? Relent on your servants.
14 Show us every morning your trustworthy love so we may be happy, full of joy throughout our lives.
Grant us your love to the full in the morning, that all our days we may shout for joy.
15 Make us glad for as many days as you made us sad, for all the years we suffered!
Make us glad for the days you have humbled us, for the evil years we have seen.
16 May we, your servants, see you at work for us again; may our children see your glory.
Let your servants see you in action, show your majesty to their children.
17 May our Lord God be pleased with us, blessing what we do, blessing what we do.
Let the grace of the Lord our God be upon us, uphold what our hands are striving to do.
