Psalm 89
A prayer of Moses, a man of God.
O Lord, You became a refuge to us in generation and generation;
Before the mountains were made, And before the earth and the world were formed, And from everlasting to everlasting, You are.
Do not let man be turned back to humiliation, And You said, “Return, you sons of men.”
For a thousand years in Your sight Are like yesterday, which passed, And like a watch in the night.
Years shall be objects of contempt to them; In the morning let man pass by like grass;
In the morning let him blossom, and pass by; In the evening let him fall off, be dried up and withered.
For we fainted in Your wrath, And in Your wrath we were troubled.
You set our transgressions before You, Our time in the light of Your face.
For all our days failed, And in Your wrath we fainted; Our years were spent in thought like a spider.
As for the days of our years, their span is seventy years, But if we stay strong, perhaps eighty; And most of them are labor and pain; For meekness came upon us, and we shall be chastened.
Who knows the power of Your wrath, And who knows Your anger because of Your fear?
So make known Your right hand to us, that we may number our days, And our heart may be bound with wisdom.
Return, O Lord, how long? And be entreated concerning Your servants.
We were filled with Your mercy in the morning, And in all our days we greatly rejoiced and were glad;
Gladden us in return for the days You humbled us, For the years we saw evil things.
And behold Your servants and Your works, And guide their sons;
And let the brightness of the Lord our God be upon us, And proper for us the works of our hands.