Psalms 90

Lord, you have been our dwelling place for all generations.

Before the mountains were born,

You turn man to destruction, saying,

For a thousand years in your sight are just like yesterday when it is past,

You sweep them away as they sleep.

In the morning it sprouts and springs up.

For we are consumed in your anger.

You have set our iniquities before you,

For all our days have passed away in your wrath.

The days of our years are seventy,

Who knows the power of your anger,

So teach us to count our days,

Relent, Yahweh!

Satisfy us in the morning with your loving kindness,

Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us,

Let your work appear to your servants;

Let the favor of the Lord our God be on us;