Psalms 90 · תהילים

A Prayer of Moshe the man of God. Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations.

Before the mountains were brought forth, and before ever Thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, Thou art God.

Thou turnest man back to dust; and sayst, Return, you children of men.

For a thousand years in Thy sight are but like yesterday when it is past, and like a watch in the night.

Thou engulfest them; they are like sleepers; they are like the short lived grass in the morning.

In the morning it flourishes, and fades; by evening it is withered and dry.

For we are consumed by Thy anger, and by Thy wrath are we terrified.

Thou hast set our iniquities before Thee, our secret sins in the light of Thy countenance.

For all our days are passed away in Thy wrath: we spend our years like a tale that is told.

The days of our years are seventy; or if by reason of special strength, eighty years; yet their pride is but trouble and wretchedness; it is soon cut off, and we fly away.

Who knows the power of Thy anger? even according to Thy fear, so is Thy wrath.

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

Return, O Lord, how long? and relent concerning Thy servants.

O satisfy us in the morning with Thy steadfast love; that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.

Make us glad according to the days wherein Thou hast afflicted us, and the years in which we have seen evil.

Let Thy work appear to Thy servants, and Thy glory to their children.

And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us: and establish the work of our hands upon us; O prosper it, the work of our hands.