(Psalms 90–106)
A prayer of Moses, the man of God.
1 Lord, through all the generations
you have been our home!
before you gave birth to the earth and the world,
from beginning to end, you are God.
“Return to dust, you mortals!”
as brief as a few night hours.
They are like grass that springs up in the morning.
but by evening it is dry and withered.
we are overwhelmed by your fury.
our secret sins — and you see them all.
ending our years with a groan.
Some even live to eighty.
But even the best years are filled with pain and trouble;
soon they disappear, and we fly away.
Your wrath is as awesome as the fear you deserve.
so that we may grow in wisdom.
How long will you delay?
Take pity on your servants!
so we may sing for joy to the end of our lives.
Replace the evil years with good.
let our children see your glory.
and make our efforts successful.
Yes, make our efforts successful!