Psalms 90

NEW AMERICAN BIBLE	Peshitta
1 A prayer of Moses, the man of God. Lord, you have been our refuge through all generations.	1 ܡܪܝܐ ܒܝܬ ܡܥܡܪܐ ܗܘܝܬ ܠܢ ܠܕܪܕܪܝܢ
2 Before the mountains were born, the earth and the world brought forth, from eternity to eternity you are God.	2 ܥܕܠܐ ܢܬܒܛܢܘܢ ܛܘܪ̈ܐ ܘܥܕ ܠܐ ܬܚܒܠ ܐܪܥܐ ܘܥܕ ܠܐ ܬܬܩܢ ܬܒܝܠ ܡܢ ܥܠܡ ܘܥܕܡܐ ܠܥܠܡ ܐܢܬ ܗܘ ܐܠܗܐ
3 But humans you return to dust, saying, "Return, you mortals!"	3 ܕܐܗܦܟܬܝܗܝ ܠܒܪܢܫܐ ܥܕܡܐ ܠܡܘܟܟܐ ܘܐܡܪܬ ܕܬܘܒܘ ܒܢ̈ܝ ܐܢܫܐ
4 A thousand years in your eyes are merely a yesterday,	4 ܡܛܠ ܕܐܠܦ ܫܢ̈ܝܢ ܒܥܝܢ̈ܝܟ ܐܝܟ ܝܘܡܐ ܕܐܬܡܠܝ ܕܥܒܪ ܘܐܝܟ ܡܛܪܬܐ ܕܠܠܝܐ
5 you have brought them to their end; They disappear like sleep at dawn; they are like grass that dies.	5 ܫܪ̈ܒܬܗܘܢ ܫܢܬܐ ܢܗ̈ܘܝܢ ܘܒܨܦܪܐ ܐܝܟ ܥܘܦܝܐ ܬܚܠܦ
6 It sprouts green in the morning; by evening it is dry and withered.	6 ܕܒܨܦܪܐ ܝܥܐ ܘܡܚܠܦ ܘܒܪܡܫܐ ܚܡܐ ܘܝܒܫ
7 Truly we are consumed by your anger, filled with terror by your wrath.	7 ܡܛܠ ܕܓܡܪܢ ܒܪܘܓܙܟ ܘܒܚܡܬܟ ܐܬܕܠܚܢ
8 You have kept our faults before you, our hidden sins exposed to your sight.	8 ܣܡܬ ܚ̈ܛܗܝܢ ܠܩܘܒܠܟ ܥܠܡܝܢܝ ܒܢܘܗܪܐ ܕܐ̈ܦܝܟ
9 Our life ebbs away under your wrath; our years end like a sigh.	9 ܡܛܠ ܕܟܠܗܘܢ ܝܘܡ̈ܝܢ ܓܡܪܘ ܒܪܘܓܙܟ ܘܓܡܪ ܫܢܝ̈ܢ ܐܝܟ ܓܘܓܝ
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.	10 ܝܘܡ̈ܝܢ ܫܢܝ̈ܢ ܒܗܘܢ ܫܒܥܝܢ ܫܢ̈ܝܢ ܘܠܡܚܣܢ ܬܡܢܐܝܢ ܫܢܝ̈ܢ ܣܘܓܗܝܢ ܥܡܠܐ ܘܟܐ̈ܒܐ ܡܛܠ ܕܐܬܐ ܥܠܝܢ ܡܘܟܟܐ ܘܐܬܛܪܦܢ
11 Who comprehends your terrible anger? Your wrath matches the fear it inspires.	11 ܡܢ ܝܕܥ ܥܘܫܢܐ ܕܪܘܓܙܟ ܘܕܚܠܬܐ ܕܪܘܓܙܟ
12 Teach us to count our days aright, that we may gain wisdom of heart.	12 ܐܘܕܥܝܢܝ ܡܢܝܢܐ ܕܝܘ̈ܡܝܢ ܕܢܥܘܠ ܠܠܒܐ ܕܚܟܡܬܐ
13 Relent, O LORD! How long? Have pity on your servants!	13 ܐܬܦܢ ܡܪܝܐ ܥܕܡܐ ܠܐܡܬܝ ܠܐ ܡܒܝܐܐ ܐܢܬ ܠܥܒ̈ܕܝܟ
14 Fill us at daybreak with your love, that all our days we may sing for joy.	14 ܣܒܥܝܢܝ ܒܨܦܪܐ ܛܝܒܘܬܟ ܢܫܒܚ ܘܢܚܕܐ ܟܠܗܘܢ ܝܘܡ̈ܬܢ
15 Make us glad as many days as you humbled us, for as many years as we have seen trouble.	15 ܚܕܢ ܡܛܠ ܕܡܝܬ ܥܘܠܢ ܘܫ̈ܢܝܐ ܕܚܙܝܢ ܒܗܝܢ ܒܝܫ̈ܬܐ
16 Show your deeds to your servants, your glory to their children.	16 ܢܬܚܙܘܢ ܠܥܒ̈ܕܝܟ ܥܒ̈ܕܝܟ ܘܗܕܪܟ ܥܠ ܒܢܝ̈ܗܘܢ
17 May the favor of the Lord our God be ours. Prosper the work of our hands! Prosper the work of our hands!	17 ܬܗܘܐ ܒܣܝܡܘܬܗ ܕܡܪܝܐ ܐܠܗܢ ܥܠܝܢ ܕܥܒܕ ܐ̈ܝܕܘܗܝ ܐܬܩܢ ܥܠܝܢ ܘܒܥܒܕ ܐ̈ܝܕܘܗܝ ܬܩܢܢ