Psalm 90

¹ Lord, you have been our dwelling place
in every generation.

² Before the mountains were born,
before you brought forth the earth and the world,
from everlasting to everlasting, you are God.

³ You return mortals to dust,
saying, "Return, O children of Adam."

⁴ For a thousand years in your sight
are like yesterday when it passes,
or a watch in the night.

⁵ You sweep them away in the flood of sleep;
in the morning they are like grass that sprouts anew—

⁶ in the morning it flourishes and sprouts;
by evening it withers and dries up.

⁷ For we are consumed by your anger,
and by your wrath we are terrified.

⁸ You have set our iniquities before you,
our hidden sins in the light of your face.

⁹ For all our days pass under your wrath;
we finish our years like a sigh.

¹⁰ The span of our life is seventy years,
or if we are strong, eighty years.
Yet their pride is but toil and trouble;
it passes quickly, and we fly away.

¹¹ Who knows the power of your anger?
As you are feared, so is your wrath.

¹² So teach us to number our days,
that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

¹³ Turn back, O LORD—how long?
Have compassion on your servants.

¹⁴ Satisfy us in the morning with your faithful love,
that we may shout for joy and be glad all our days.

¹⁵ Make us glad as many days as you have afflicted us,
as many years as we have seen evil.

¹⁶ Let your work be shown to your servants,
and your splendor to their children.

¹⁷ Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us;
establish the work of our hands for us—
the work of our hands, establish it.