In the cosmic cadence of Psalms 90, the Prayer of Moses resounds, an ancient echo across the vast expanse of time.
A poignant symphony of supplication, it unveils a raw dialogue between mortal and divine. Bursting forth with the urgency of fleeting days, it navigates the paradox of eternal omnipotence and the ephemeral nature of human existence.
Like a mosaic of breaths stitched into verses, Moses’ prayer weaves through the tapestry of time, pleading for wisdom in the face of transience and grace amidst the relentless march of moments.
Psalms 90 emerges as a timeless plea, a staccato rhythm of mortal humility set against the infinite heartbeat of the divine.
Psalms 90 1 A prayer of Moses, the man of God. Lord, you have been our refuge through all generations.
2 Before the mountains were born, the earth and the world brought forth, from eternity to eternity you are God.
3 You turn humanity back into dust, saying, “Return, you children of Adam!”
4 A thousand years in your eyes are merely a day gone by, Before a watch passes in the night,
5 you wash them away; They sleep, and in the morning they sprout again like an herb.
6 In the morning it blooms only to pass away; in the evening it is wilted and withered.
7 Truly we are consumed by your anger, filled with terror by your wrath.
8 You have kept our faults before you, our hidden sins in the light of your face.
9 Our life ebbs away under your wrath; our years end like a sigh.
10 Seventy is the sum of our years, or eighty, if we are strong; Most of them are toil and sorrow; they pass quickly, and we are gone.
11 Who comprehends the strength of your anger? Your wrath matches the fear it inspires.
12 Teach us to count our days aright, that we may gain wisdom of heart.
13 Relent, O Lord! How long? Have pity on your servants!
14 Fill us at daybreak with your mercy, that all our days we may sing for joy.
15 Make us glad as many days as you humbled us, for as many years as we have seen trouble.
16 Show your deeds to your servants, your glory to their children.
17 May the favor of the Lord our God be ours. Prosper the work of our hands! Prosper the work of our hands!
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