Psalm 90

Lord, thou hast been our refuge  *

from one generation to another.

Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever the earth and the world were made *

thou art God from everlasting, and world without end.

Thou turnest man to destruction *

again thou sayest, Come again, ye children of men.

For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday *

seeing that is past as a watch in the night.

As soon as thou scatterest them they are even as a sleep *

and fade away suddenly like the grass.

In the morning it is green, and groweth up *

but in the evening it is cut down, dried up, and withered.

For we consume away in thy displeasure *

and are afraid at thy wrathful indignation.

Thou hast set our misdeeds before thee *

and our secret sins in the light of thy countenance.

For when thou art angry all our days are gone *

we bring our years to an end, as it were a tale that is told.

The days of our age are threescore years and ten; and though men be so strong that they come to fourscore years *

yet is their strength then but labour and sorrow; so soon passeth it away, and we are gone.

But who regardeth the power of thy wrath *

for even thereafter as a man feareth, so is thy displeasure.

So teach us to number our days *

that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.