New International Reader's Version

Psalm 90

BOOK IV

Psalms 90–106

Psalm 90

A prayer of Moses, the man of God.

Lord, from the very beginning
    you have been like a home to us.
Before you created the whole world and the mountains were made,
    from the beginning to the end you are God.

You turn human beings back to dust.
    You say to them, “Return to dust.”
To you a thousand years
    are like a day that has just gone by.
    They are like a few hours of the night.
Yet you sweep people away, and they die.
    They are like new grass that grows in the morning.
In the morning it springs up new,
    but by evening it’s all dried up.

Your anger destroys us.
    Your burning anger terrifies us.
You have put our sins right in front of you.
    You have placed our secret sins where you can see them clearly.
You have been angry with us all of our days.
    We groan as we come to the end of our lives.
10 We live to be about 70.
    Or we may live to be 80, if we stay healthy.
But even our best days are filled with trouble and sorrow.
    The years quickly pass, and we are gone.

11 If only we knew the power of your anger!
    It’s as great as the respect we should have for you.
12 Teach us to realize how short our lives are.
    Then our hearts will become wise.

13 Lord, please stop punishing us!
    How long will you keep it up?
    Be kind to us.
14 Satisfy us with your faithful love every morning.
    Then we can sing for joy and be glad all our days.
15 Make us glad for as many days as you have made us suffer.
    Give us joy for as many years as we’ve had trouble.
16 Show us your mighty acts.
    Let our children see your glorious power.

17 May the Lord our God always be pleased with us.
    Lord, make what we do succeed.
    Please make what we do succeed.

The Message

Psalm 90

A Prayer of Moses, Man of God

11-2 God, it seems you’ve been our home forever;
    long before the mountains were born,
Long before you brought earth itself to birth,
    from “once upon a time” to “kingdom come”—you are God.

3-11 So don’t return us to mud, saying,
    “Back to where you came from!”
Patience! You’ve got all the time in the world—whether
    a thousand years or a day, it’s all the same to you.
Are we no more to you than a wispy dream,
    no more than a blade of grass
That springs up gloriously with the rising sun
    and is cut down without a second thought?
Your anger is far and away too much for us;
    we’re at the end of our rope.
You keep track of all our sins; every misdeed
    since we were children is entered in your books.
All we can remember is that frown on your face.
    Is that all we’re ever going to get?
We live for seventy years or so
    (with luck we might make it to eighty),
And what do we have to show for it? Trouble.
    Toil and trouble and a marker in the graveyard.
Who can make sense of such rage,
    such anger against the very ones who fear you?

12-17 Oh! Teach us to live well!
    Teach us to live wisely and well!
Come back, God—how long do we have to wait?—
    and treat your servants with kindness for a change.
Surprise us with love at daybreak;
    then we’ll skip and dance all the day long.
Make up for the bad times with some good times;
    we’ve seen enough evil to last a lifetime.
Let your servants see what you’re best at—
    the ways you rule and bless your children.
And let the loveliness of our Lord, our God, rest on us,
    confirming the work that we do.
    Oh, yes. Affirm the work that we do!