Lord, you have been our dwelling place
throughout all
generations.
Before the mountains were born
or you brought
forth the whole world,
from everlasting
to everlasting you are God.
You turn people back to dust,
saying, “Return to
dust, you mortals.”
A thousand years in your sight
are like a day
that has just gone by,
or like a watch in
the night.
Yet you sweep people away in the sleep of death—
they are like the
new grass of the morning:
In the morning it springs up new,
but by evening it
is dry and withered.
We are consumed by your anger
and terrified by
your indignation.
You have set our iniquities before you,
our secret sins in
the light of your presence.
All our days pass away under your wrath;
we finish our
years with a moan.
Our days may come to seventy years,
or eighty, if our
strength endures;
yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow,
for they quickly
pass, and we fly away.
If only we knew the power of your anger!
Your wrath is as
great as the fear that is your due.
Teach us to number our days,
that we may gain a
heart of wisdom.
Relent, Lord! How long will it be?
Have compassion on
your servants.
Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love,
that we may sing
for joy and be glad all our days.
Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us,
for as many years
as we have seen trouble.
May your deeds be shown to your servants,
your splendor to
their children.
May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us;
establish the work
of our hands for us—
yes, establish the
work of our hands. Psalm 90
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