The Book of Psalms

[A Prayer of Moses, the Man of God.] O Lord, You have been our dwelling-place in all generations.

Before the mountains were born, or ever You had formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting You [are] God.

You turn man to dust, and say, Return, O sons of men.

For a thousand years in Your eyes [are] as yesterday when it passes, and [as] a watch in the night.

in the morning it sprouts and shoots up; in the evening it withers and dries up.

For we are consumed by Your anger, and we are troubled by Your wrath.

You have set our iniquities before You, our secret [sins] in the light of Your face.

For all our days pass away in Your wrath; we finish our years like a murmur.

The days of our years [are] seventy; and if [any] by strength [live] eighty years, yet their pride [is] labor and vanity; for it soon passes, and we fly away.

Who knows the power of Your anger? And as Your fear [is, so is] Your fury.

So teach us to number our days, so that we may bring a heart of wisdom.

Return, O Jehovah! Until when? And give pity to Your servants.

O satisfy us in the morning with Your mercy, and we will be glad and rejoice all our days.

Make us glad according to the days of our affliction, the years [in which] we have seen evil.

Let Your work appear to Your servants, and Your majesty to their sons.

And let the delight of the Lord our God be upon us; and establish the works of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands, establish it!