1A prayer of Moses, the man of God. Lord, you have been a home to us one generation after another.
2Before the mountains were born, or the earth and the world were brought forth, from everlasting to everlasting you are God.
3You bring us back to the dust, you summon mortals to return.
4For you see a thousand years as the passing of yesterday, as a watch in the night.
5Your floods sweep them away; they are like a dream, or like grass which sprouts in the morning,
6which blossoms and sprouts in the morning, but by evening is cut and withered.
7For your anger consumes us, the heat of your wrath confounds us.
8Our sins you have set before you, our secrets in the light of your face.
9For through your wrath our days are declining, we bring our years to an end as a sigh.
10The span of our life is seventy years, or, if we are strong, maybe eighty; yet is their breadth but empty toil, for swiftly they go, and we fly away.
11Who lays to heart the power of your anger? Or who stands in reverent awe of your wrath?
12O teach us to count our days so our minds may learn wisdom.
13Return, O Lord; why so long? Relent on your servants.
14Grant us your love to the full in the morning, that all our days we may shout for joy.
15Make us glad for the days you have humbled us, for the evil years we have seen.
16Let your servants see you in action, show your majesty to their children.
17Let the grace of the Lord our God be upon us, uphold what our hands are striving to do.
