Psalm 90

New Coverdale Version

Lord, you have been our refuge * from one generation to another.

Before the mountains were brought forth, or the earth and the world were made, * you are God from everlasting, and world without end.

You turn man back to the dust; * you say, “Return, O children of men.”

For a thousand years in your sight are as yesterday, * even as a day that is past.

You scatter them as a night-watch that comes quickly to an end; * they are even as a dream and fade away.

They are like the grass, which in the morning is green, * but in the evening is dried up and withered.

For we consume away in your displeasure * and are afraid at your wrathful indignation.

You have set our misdeeds before you, * and our secret sins in the light of your countenance.

For when you are angry, all our days are gone; * we bring our years to an end, as a tale that is told.

The days of our life are seventy years, and though some be so strong that they come to eighty years, * yet is their span but labor and sorrow; so soon it passes away, and we are gone.

But who regards the power of your wrath, * and who considers the fierceness of your anger?

So teach us to number our days, * that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.

Turn again, O Lord, and tarry not; * be gracious unto your servants.

O satisfy us with your mercy in the morning; * so shall we rejoice and be glad all the days of our life.

Comfort us again, according to the measure of the days that you have afflicted us, * and for the years in which we have suffered adversity.

Show your servants your work * and their children your glory.

And may the grace of the Lord our God be upon us; * prosper the work of our hands; O prosper our handiwork.