Psalm 90
Lord, you have been our refuge
: from one generation to another.
Before the mountains were born
or the earth and the world were brought to be
: from eternity to eternity you are God.
You turn man back into dust
: saying ‘Return to dust, you sons of Adam.’
For a thousand years in your sight are like yesterday passing
: or like one watch of the night.
You cut them short like a dream
: like the fresh grass of the morning;
In the morning it is green and flourishes
: at evening it is withered and dried up.
And we are consumed by your anger
: because of your indignation we cease to be.
You have brought our iniquities before you
: and our secret sins to the light of your countenance.
Our days decline beneath your wrath
: and our years pass away like a sigh.
The days of our life are three score years and ten,
or if we have strength, four score
: the pride of our labours is but toil and sorrow,
for it passes quickly away and we are gone.
Who can know the power of your wrath
: who can know your indignation like those that fear you?
Teach us so to number our days
: that we may apply our hearts to wisdom.
Relent, O Lord; how long will you be angry?
: take pity on your servants.
O satisfy us early with your mercy
: that all our days we may rejoice and sing.
Give us joy for all the days you have afflicted us
: for the years we have suffered adversity.
Show your servants your work
: and let their children see your glory.
May the gracious favour of the Lord our God be upon us
: prosper the work of our hands,
O prosper the work of our hands!