Psalms 90

¹A Prayer of Moses, the man of God. Lord, a habitation Thou -- Thou hast been, To us -- in generation and generation,

²Before mountains were brought forth, And Thou dost form the earth and the world, Even from age unto age Thou `art' God.

³Thou turnest man unto a bruised thing, And sayest, Turn back, ye sons of men.

⁴For a thousand years in Thine eyes `are' as yesterday, For it passeth on, yea, a watch by night.

⁵Thou hast inundated them, they are asleep, In the morning as grass he changeth.

⁶In the morning it flourisheth, and hath changed, At evening it is cut down, and hath withered.

⁷For we were consumed in Thine anger, And in Thy fury we have been troubled.

⁸Thou hast set our iniquities before Thee, Our hidden things at the light of Thy face,

⁹For all our days pined away in Thy wrath, We consumed our years as a meditation.

¹⁰Days of our years, in them `are' seventy years, And if, by reason of might, eighty years, Yet `is' their enlargement labour and vanity, For it hath been cut off hastily, and we fly away.

¹¹Who knoweth the power of Thine anger? And according to Thy fear -- Thy wrath?

¹²To number our days aright let `us' know, And we bring the heart to wisdom.

¹³Turn back, O Jehovah, till when? And repent concerning Thy servants.

¹⁴Satisfy us at morn `with' Thy kindness, And we sing and rejoice all our days.

¹⁵Cause us to rejoice according to the days Wherein Thou hast afflicted us, The years we have seen evil.

¹⁶Let Thy work appear unto Thy servants, And Thine honour on their sons.

¹⁷And let the pleasantness of Jehovah our God be upon us, And the work of our hands establish on us, Yea, the work of our hands establish it!