Psalms 90

New American Bible	Peshitta ܦܫܝܼܛܬܵܐ
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 Before a watch passes in the night,	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