Psalm 90

A Prayer of Moses, the man of God.

¹ Lord, you have been our resting-place in all generations.

² Before the mountains were made, before you had given birth to the earth and the world, before time was, and for ever, you are God.

³ You send man back to his dust; and say, Go back, you children of men.

⁴ For to you a thousand years are no more than yesterday when it is past, and like a watch in the night.

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⁶ In the morning it is green; in the evening it is cut down, and becomes dry.

⁷ We are burned up by the heat of your passion, and troubled by your wrath.

⁸ You have put our evil doings before you, our secret sins in the light of your face.

⁹ For all our days have gone by in your wrath; our years come to an end like a breath.

¹⁰ The measure of our life is seventy years; and if through strength it may be eighty years, its pride is only trouble and sorrow, for it comes to an end and we are quickly gone.

¹¹ Who has knowledge of the power of your wrath, or who takes note of the weight of your passion?

¹² So give us knowledge of the number of our days, that we may get a heart of wisdom.

¹³ Come back, O Lord; how long? let your purpose for your servants be changed.

¹⁴ In the morning give us your mercy in full measure; so that we may have joy and delight all our days.

¹⁵ Make us glad in reward for the days of our sorrow, and for the years in which we have seen evil.

¹⁶ Make your work clear to your servants, and your glory to their children.

¹⁷ Let the pleasure of the Lord our God be on us: O Lord, give strength to the work of our hands.