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Psalm 90. Domine, refugium.
LORD, thou hast been our refuge, * from one generation to another.
2 Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever the earth
and the world were made, * thou art God from everlasting, and
world without end.
3 Thou turnest man to destruction; * again thou sayest, Come
again, ye children of men.
4 For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when
it is past, * and as a watch in the night.
5 As soon as thou scatterest them they are even as a sleep; *
and fade away suddenly like the grass.
6 In the morning it is green, and groweth up; * but in the evening
it is cut down, dried up, and withered.
7 For we consume away in thy displeasure, * and are afraid at
thy wrathful indignation.
8 Thou hast set our misdeeds before thee; * and our secret sins
in the light of thy countenance.
9 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.
10 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.
11 But who regardeth the power of thy wrath? * or feareth aright
thy indignation?
12 So teach us to number our days, * that we may apply our hearts
unto wisdom.
13 Turn thee again, O LORD, at the last, * and be gracious unto
thy servants.
14 O satisfy us with thy mercy, and that soon: * so shall we
rejoice and be glad all the days of our life.
15 Comfort us again now after the time that thou hast plagued
us; * and for the years wherein we have suffered adversity.
16 Show thy servants thy work, * and their children thy glory.
17 And the glorious majesty of the LORD our God be upon us: *
prosper thou the work of our hands upon us; O prosper thou our
handy-work.
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