Psalm 90

Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations.

God, you've been our safe haven, our home, throughout every era.

Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God.

Before the majestic mountains were shaped, or before you, God, crafted the earth and its universe, from the infinite past to the infinite future, you have always been and will always be God.

Thou turnest man to destruction; and sayest, Return, ye children of men.

You reduce humanity to dust, yet you beckon, "Come back, my children."

For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.

In your divine perspective, a millennium is fleeting, like yesterday's memory or a moment in the night.

Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up.

You sweep them away like a rushing river; they're like a dream that fades by dawn, just like grass that sprouts anew each morning.

In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.

In the morning, it blooms and thrives; by evening, it's cut down, fading away.

For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled.

Your anger engulfs us, and your fury leaves us distressed.

Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance.

You've laid bare our wrongdoings, exposing our hidden faults in the glow of your presence.

For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.

In your anger, our days vanish; our years fade like a whispered story.

The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.

Our lives typically span 70 years, or 80 if we're strong. But even our best years are filled with hard work and heartache. Life is short and then we're gone.

Who knoweth the power of thine anger? even according to thy fear, so is thy wrath.

Who truly understands the intensity of your anger? Your wrath is as immense as the fear you inspire.

So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.

Help us realize how fleeting life is, so we can fill our hearts with true wisdom.

Return, O LORD, how long? and let it repent thee concerning thy servants.

Come back, O LORD, how much longer must we wait? Please, have mercy on your servants.

O satisfy us early with thy mercy; that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.

Fill our mornings with your kindness, so we may sing with joy and happiness every day.

Make us glad according to the days wherein thou hast afflicted us, and the years wherein we have seen evil.

Bring us joy in proportion to our past suffering, and happiness for the years we've endured hardship.

Let thy work appear unto thy servants, and thy glory unto their children.

May your servants see your mighty work, and let their children witness your magnificent splendor.

And let the beauty of the LORD our God be upon us: and establish thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands establish thou it.

May the divine beauty of our Lord God shine upon us, and may He guide and bless the work of our hands.