Psalms

BOOK THE FOURTH.

A Prayer by Moses, the Man of God.

90 Lord! a dwelling-place hast thou become to us From generation to generation:

2 Before the mountains were born Or thou hadst brought forth the earth and the world Even from age unto age thou [wast] God.

3 Thou causest man to return unto dust, And hast said—Return, ye sons of Adam!

4 For a thousand years in thine eyes [are] As yesterday in that it passed away, Or [as] a watch in the night.

5 Thou hast snatched them away, A sleep do they become, In the morning [they are] like grass that shooteth up,

6 In the morning it sprouteth and shooteth up, By the evening it is cut down and withered.

7 For we are consumed in thine anger, And in thy wrath are we dismayed;

8 Thou hast set Our iniquities before thee, Our secret near the luminary of thy face.

9 For all our days decline in thy wrath,—We end our years like a sigh.

10 The days of our years have in them three score years and ten, And if by reason of strength they have fourscore years Yet their boast is labour and sorrow, For it hath passed quickly and we have flown away.

11 Who knoweth the strength of thine anger? Even according to the fear of thee is thy wrath!

12 How to number our days so grant us to know, That we may win us a heart that hath wisdom.

13 Return, Yahweh, oh how long? And have compassion upon thy servants;

14 Satisfy us in the morning with thy lovingkindness, That we may shout aloud and be glad Throughout all our days.

15 Make us glad according to The days thou hast humbled us, The years we have seen misfortune:

16 Let thy work appear unto thy servants, And thy majesty upon their children;

17 And let the delightfulness of Adonay our God be upon us,—And the work of our hands establish thou upon us, Yea the work of our hands establish thou it.