Psalm 90

¹Lord, you have been our dwelling place

in all generations.

²Before the mountains were brought forth,

or ever you had formed the earth and the world,

from everlasting to everlasting you are God.

³You turn us back to dust,

and say, “Turn back, you mortals.”

⁴For a thousand years in your sight

are like yesterday when it is past,

or like a watch in the night.

⁵You sweep them away; they are like a dream,

like grass that is renewed in the morning;

⁶in the morning it flourishes and is renewed;

in the evening it fades and withers.

⁷For we are consumed by your anger;

by your wrath we are overwhelmed.

⁸You have set our iniquities before you,

our secret sins in the light of your countenance.

⁹For all our days pass away under your wrath;

our years come to an end like a sigh.

¹⁰The days of our life are seventy years,

or perhaps eighty, if we are strong;

even then their span is only toil and trouble;

they are soon gone, and we fly away.

¹¹Who considers the power of your anger?

Your wrath is as great as the fear that is due you.

¹²So teach us to count our days

that we may gain a wise heart.

¹³Turn, O Lord! How long?

Have compassion on your servants!

¹⁴Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love,

so that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.

¹⁵Make us glad as many days as you have afflicted us,

and as many years as we have seen evil.

¹⁶Let your work be manifest to your servants,

and your glorious power to their children.

¹⁷Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us,

and prosper for us the work of our hands—

O prosper the work of our hands!