Lord, you
have been our dwelling place for all generations.
Before
the mountains were born,
before
you had formed the earth and the world,
even
from everlasting to everlasting, you are God.
You
turn man to destruction, saying,
“Return,
you children of men.”
For
a thousand years in your sight are just like yesterday when it is past,
like
a watch in the night.
You
sweep them away as they sleep.
In
the morning, they sprout like new grass.
In
the morning, it sprouts and springs up.
By
evening, it is withered and dry.
For
we are consumed in your anger.
We
are troubled in your wrath.
You
have set our iniquities before you,
our
secret sins in the light of your presence.
For
all our days have passed away in your wrath.
We
bring our years to an end as a sigh.
The
days of our years are seventy,
or
even by reason of strength eighty years;
yet
their pride is but labor and sorrow,
for
it passes quickly, and we fly away.
Who
knows the power of your anger,
your
wrath according to the reverence that is due to you?
So,
teach us to count our days,
that
we may gain a heart of wisdom.
Relent,
Yahweh!
How
long?
Have
compassion on your servants!
Satisfy
us in the morning with your loving kindness,
that
we may rejoice and be glad all our days.
Make
us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us,
for
as many years as we have seen evil.
Let
your work appear to your servants,
your
glory to their children.
Let
the favor of the Lord our God be on us.
Establish
the work of our hands for us.
Yes,
establish the work of our hands.
Psalm 90
These
are the last lines and the haunting psalm prayed by the prisoners as they are
led to the gas chambers in God on Trial.
