Psalms 90

¹ A prayer of Moses, the man of God. Lord, you have been our refuge through all generations.

² Before the mountains were born, the earth and the world brought forth, from eternity to eternity you are God.

³ But humans you return to dust, saying, "Return, you mortals!"

^4c Before a watch passes in the night,

⁴ A thousand years in your eyes are merely a yesterday,

⁵ you have brought them to their end; They disappear like sleep at dawn; they are like grass that dies.

⁶ It sprouts green in the morning; by evening it is dry and withered.

⁷ Truly we are consumed by your anger, filled with terror by your wrath.

⁸ You have kept our faults before you, our hidden sins exposed to your sight.

⁹ Our life ebbs away under your wrath; our years end like a sigh.

¹⁰ Seventy is the sum of our years, or eighty, if we are strong; Most of them are sorrow and toil; they pass quickly, we are all but gone.

¹¹ Who comprehends your terrible anger? Your wrath matches the fear it inspires.

¹² Teach us to count our days aright, that we may gain wisdom of heart.

¹³ Relent, O LORD! How long? Have pity on your servants!

¹⁴ Fill us at daybreak with your love, that all our days we may sing for joy.

¹⁵ Make us glad as many days as you humbled us, for as many years as we have seen trouble.

¹⁶ Show your deeds to your servants, your glory to their children.

¹⁷ May the favor of the Lord our God be ours. Prosper the work of our hands! Prosper the work of our hands!