Psalms 90

1 A prayer of Moses, the man of God. Lord, through every generation, you have been “home” for us!

A prayer of Moses, the man of God. O Lord, you have been our refuge from generation to generation.

2 Before the mountains were born, before you gave birth to the earth and the universe, from eternity past to eternity future, you are God.

Before the mountains became, or the land was formed along with the world: from ages past, even to all ages, you are God.

3 You turn people back into dust, saying, “Return to dust, human beings.”

And, lest man be turned aside in humiliation, you have said: Be converted, O sons of men.

4 In your eyes, a thousand years are like a day that's already gone; like a few passing hours of the night.

For a thousand years before your eyes are like the days of yesterday, which have passed by, and they are like a watch of the night,

5 You bring people's lives to a sudden end, like dreams that vanish. They are like grass that grows up in the morning—

which was held for nothing: so their years shall be.

6 it sprouts in the morning, fresh and new, but by the evening it is withered and dead.

In the morning, he may pass away like grass; in the morning, he may flower and pass away. In the evening, he will fall, and harden, and become dry.

7 We are burned up by your anger, terrified by your fury.

For, at your wrath, we have withered away, and we have been disturbed by your fury.

8 You have set out our sins before you—our secret sins are visible in the light of your presence.

You have placed our iniquities in your sight, our age in the illumination of your countenance.

9 Our lives fade away under your anger, coming to an end as quickly as a sigh.

For all our days have faded away, and at your wrath, we have fainted. Our years will be considered to be like a spider’s web.

10 We live for seventy years—eighty if we have the strength. But even in the prime of life all that we have is hardship and suffering. Soon our lives are over and we're gone.

The days of our years in them are seventy years. But in the powerful, they are eighty years, and more of these are with hardship and sorrow. For mildness has overwhelmed us, and we shall be corrected.

11 Who can know the power of your anger? Who understands your fury so you can be shown reverence?

Who knows the power of your wrath? And, before fear, can your wrath

12 Teach us to value every one of our days so we can live wisely!

be numbered? So make known your right hand, along with men learned in heart, in wisdom.

13 Lord, how long will it be before you come back to us and have pity on us your servants?

Return, O Lord, how long? And may you be persuaded on behalf of your servants.

14 Show us every morning your trustworthy love so we may be happy, full of joy throughout our lives.

We were filled in the morning with your mercy, and we exulted and delighted all our days.

15 Make us glad for as many days as you made us sad, for all the years we suffered!

We have been rejoicing, because of the days in which you humbled us, because of the years in which we saw evils.

16 May we, your servants, see you at work for us again; may our children see your glory.

Look down upon your servants and upon their works, and direct their sons.

17 May our Lord God be pleased with us, blessing what we do, blessing what we do.

And may the splendor of the Lord our God be upon us. And so, direct the works of our hands over us; direct even the work of our hands.