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" Lord, you have been our
dwelling place
throughout
all generations.
Before the mountains were
born
or you brought forth the whole world,
from everlasting to everlasting you are God.
You turn people back to dust,
saying,
“Return
to dust, you mortals.”
A thousand years in your sight
are like a day that
has just gone by,
or like a watch in the night.
Yet you sweep people away in the sleep of death—
they are like
the new grass of the morning:
In the morning it springs up new,
but by evening it is dry and withered.
We are consumed
by your anger
and terrified by your indignation.
You have set our iniquities before you,
our secret sins in the light
of your presence.
All our days pass away under your wrath;
we finish our years with a moan.
Our days may come to
seventy years,
or eighty, if our strength endures;
yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow,
for they quickly
pass, and we fly away.
If only we knew the power of your anger!
Your wrath is as great as the fear that is your due.
Teach us to number our days,
that we may gain a heart of
wisdom."
----- Psalm 90: 1-12 (NIV)
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