Salmo 90

Teach us to count our days

¹A prayer of Moses, the man of God. Lord, you have been our home through every generation. ²Before the mountains came to birth, before you labored to bring to birth the earth and all the world, from the endless past to the endless future you are God. ³You make mortals go back to dust; you say, “Return, children of Adam.” ⁴For in your eyes a thousand years are like yesterday, once it has gone by, or like one watch of the night. ⁵You wash them away like a flood. They are a passing sleep. When morning comes they are like grass that springs up again. ⁶In the morning it blooms and grows fresh; by evening it droops and dries out. ⁷For we are worn away by your anger and struck with terror by your rage. ⁸You have laid our wrongs out before you; what we hid is lit up by the light of your face. ⁹All our days slip away under your wrath; our years end like a sigh. ¹⁰Our lifetime lasts seventy years, or eighty for the strong; yet even its best is toil and sorrow, for it hurries past, and we take flight. ¹¹Who knows the force of your anger? Your fury matches the reverence you deserve. ¹²Teach us, then, to reckon our days rightly, so that our hearts may grow wise. ¹³Turn back to us, LORD! How long must we wait? Show pity to your servants. ¹⁴Fill us with your loyal love at daybreak, and we will shout for joy and rejoice as long as we live. ¹⁵Match the days you brought us low with days of gladness, and the years of hardship we have known with years of joy. ¹⁶Let your servants see your deeds, and let their children see your splendor. ¹⁷May the Lord our God show us his kindness. Give lasting worth to the work of our hands; yes, give the work of our hands lasting worth.