Psalm 90 or
Coverdale
Domine, refugium

1Lord, you have been our refuge *
from one generation to another.

2Before the mountains were brought forth,
or the land and the earth were born, *
from age to age you are God.

3You turn us back to the dust and say, *
"Go back, O child of earth."

4For a thousand years in your sight are like yesterday
when it is past *
and like a watch in the night.

5You sweep us away like a dream; *
we fade away suddenly like the grass.

6In the morning it is green and flourishes; *
in the evening it is dried up and withered.

7For we consume away in your displeasure; *
we are afraid because of your wrathful indignation.

8Our iniquities you have set before you, *
and our secret sins in the light of your countenance.

9When you are angry, all our days are gone; *
we bring our years to an end like a sigh.

10The span of our life is seventy years,
perhaps in strength even eighty; *
yet the sum of them is but labor and sorrow,
for they pass away quickly and we are gone.

11Who regards the power of your wrath? *
who rightly fears your indignation?

12So teach us to number our days *
that we may apply our hearts to wisdom.

13 Return, O LORD; how long will you tarry? *
be gracious to your servants.

14Satisfy us by your loving-kindness in the morning; *
so shall we rejoice and be glad all the days of our life.

15Make us glad by the measure of the days that you afflicted us *
and the years in which we suffered adversity.

16Show your servants your works *
and your splendor to their children.

17May the graciousness of the LORD our God be upon us; *
prosper the work of our hands;
prosper our handiwork.