Psalm
90 Monday Morning 4. Thursday
Readings 3
Lord, our mainstay, come! *
Be ours from age to age!
Before the mountains were
born, * or the earth and the world came to birth, * from eternity to eternity
you are!
Do not send man back to the Slime, * nor say, “Back, you sons of
men!”
For a thousand years before your eyes * just pass like yesterday,
* like a watch in the night.
If you pluck them at night, * at dawn they are like grass
that was cut.
It sprouts in the morning, * is cut in the evening, * and
withers and dries.
We are really consumed by your anger * and worn out by your rage.
You have kept our offenses
before you, * the sins of our youth in the light of your face.
All our days have passed away * under your fury;
we are finished; * our years are like a sigh.
Our life, then, lasts seventy years, * and if heaven
wills, eighty.
So arrogance is harmful and wrong; * pleasure is fleeting,
and we too vanish.
Who can understand the violence of your anger, * or that
those who fear you can undergo your fury.
So teach us to number our days * that we might gain the heart
of wisdom.
Return, Yahweh! Why so long? * Have pity on your servants.
Fill us at daybreak with your love, * that we may shout for
joy and happiness all our days.
Make our happiness equal the days you afflicted us, * the years
we saw disaster.
Let your action be manifest to your servants, * and your dominion
to their children.
May the graciousness of the
Lord * our God be upon us!
The work of our hands * may
he sustain for our good.
The work of our hands * may
he sustain for himself.
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