Psalm 90 Lord, you have been our dwelling
place in all generations. Before the mountains were brought
forth, wherever you had formed the earth and the world, from
everlasting to everlasting, you are God. You return man to dust
and say, return, O children of man. for a thousand years in
your sight are but as yesterday when it is past, or as a watch
in the night. You sweep them away as with a
flood. They are like a dream, like grass
that is renewed in the morning. In the morning it flourishes
and is renewed. In the evening it fades and withers. For we are brought to an end
by your anger. By your wrath we are dismayed. You have set our iniquities before
you, our secret sins, in the light of your presence. For all
our days pass away under your wrath. We bring our years to
an end like a sigh. The years of our life are seventy,
or even by reason of strength, eighty. Yet their span is but
toil and trouble. They are soon gone, and we fly
away. Who considers the power of your
anger and your wrath according to the fear of you? So teach
us to number our days. that we may get a heart of wisdom. Return, O Lord, how long? Have pity on your servants. Satisfy
us in the morning with your steadfast love, that we may rejoice and
be glad all our days. Make us glad for as many days
as you have afflicted us, and for as many years as we have
seen evil. Let your work be shown to your
servants, and your glorious power to their children. Let the favor
of the Lord our God be upon us, And establish the work of our
hands upon us. Yes, establish the work of our
hands. you