PSALM 90
1A prayer of Moses, man of God.
O Master, You have been our abode
in every generation.
2Before mountains were born,
before You spawned earth and world,
from forever to forever You are God.
3You bring man back to the dust
and say, “Turn back, humankind.”
4For a thousand years in Your eyes
are like yesterday gone,
like a watch in the night.
5You engulf them with sleep.
In the morn they are like grass that passes.
6In the morning it sprouts and passes,
by evening it withers and dies.
7For we are consumed in Your wrath,
and in Your fury we are dismayed.
8You have set our transgressions before You,
our hidden faults in the light of Your face.
9For all our days slip away in Your anger.
We consume our years like a sigh.
10The days of our years are but seventy years,
and if in great strength, eighty years.
And their pride is trouble and grief,
for swiftly cut down, we fly off.
11Who can know the strength of Your wrath?
As the fear of You is Your anger.
12To count our days rightly, instruct,
that we may get a heart of wisdom.
13Come back, O LORD! How long?—
and have pity on Your servants.
14Sate us in the morn with Your kindness,
let us sing and rejoice all our days.
15Give us joy as the days You afflicted us,
the years we saw evil.
16Let Your acts be seen by Your servants
and Your glory by their children.
17And may the sweetness of the Master our God be upon us
and the work of our hands firmly found for us,
and the work of our hands firmly found!