Psalm 90

Domine, refugium
1
Lord, you have been our refuge *
from one generation to another.
2
Before the mountains were brought forth,
or the land and the earth were born, *
from age to age you are God.
3
You turn us back to the dust and say, *
“Go back, O child of earth.”
4
For a thousand years in your sight are like yesterday when it is past *
and like a watch in the night.
5
You sweep us away like a dream; *
we fade away suddenly like the grass.
6
In the morning it is green and flourishes; *
in the evening it is dried up and withered.
7
For we consume away in your displeasure; *
we are afraid because of your wrathful indignation.
8
Our iniquities you have set before you, *
and our secret sins in the light of your countenance.
9
When you are angry, all our days are gone; *
we bring our years to an end like a sigh.
10
The span of our life is seventy years,
perhaps in strength even eighty; *
yet the sum of them is but labor and sorrow,
for they pass away quickly and we are gone.
11
Who regards the power of your wrath? *
who rightly fears your indignation?
12
So teach us to number our days *
that we may apply our hearts to wisdom.