Psalm 90

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.