Psalms 90-92

Psalm 90

¹A Prayer of Moses, the man of God. Lord, a habitation Thou -- Thou hast been, To us -- in generation and generation,

²Before mountains were brought forth, And Thou dost form the earth and the world, Even from age unto age Thou art God.

³Thou turnest man unto a bruised thing, And sayest, Turn back, ye sons of men.

⁴For a thousand years in Thine eyes are as yesterday, For it passeth on, yea, a watch by night.

⁵Thou hast inundated them, they are asleep, In the morning as grass he changeth.

⁶In the morning it flourisheth, and hath changed, At evening it is cut down, and hath withered.

⁷For we were consumed in Thine anger, And in Thy fury we have been troubled.

⁸Thou hast set our iniquities before Thee, Our hidden things at the light of Thy face,

⁹For all our days pined away in Thy wrath, We consumed our years as a meditation.

¹⁰Days of our years, in them are seventy years, And if, by reason of might, eighty years, Yet is their enlargement labour and vanity, For it hath been cut off hastily, and we fly away.

¹¹Who knoweth the power of Thine anger? And according to Thy fear -- Thy wrath?

¹²To number our days aright let us know, And we bring the heart to wisdom.

¹³Turn back, O Jehovah, till when? And repent concerning Thy servants.

¹⁴Satisfy us at morn with Thy kindness, And we sing and rejoice all our days.

¹⁵Cause us to rejoice according to the days Wherein Thou hast afflicted us, The years we have seen evil.

¹⁶Let Thy work appear unto Thy servants, And Thine honour on their sons.

¹⁷And let the pleasantness of Jehovah our God be upon us, And the work of our hands establish on us, Yea, the work of our hands establish it!

Psalm 91

¹He who is dwelling In the secret place of the Most High, In the shade of the Mighty lodgeth habitually,

²He is saying of Jehovah, ‘My refuge, and my bulwark, my God, I trust in Him,'

³For He delivereth thee from the snare of a fowler, From a calamitous pestilence.

⁴With His pinion He covereth thee over, And under His wings thou dost trust, A shield and buckler is His truth.

⁵Thou art not afraid of fear by night, Of arrow that flieth by day,

⁶Of pestilence in thick darkness that walketh, Of destruction that destroyeth at noon,

⁷There fall at thy side a thousand, And a myriad at thy right hand, Unto thee it cometh not nigh.

⁸But with thine eyes thou lookest, And the reward of the wicked thou seest,

⁹(For Thou, O Jehovah, art my refuge,) The Most High thou madest thy habitation.

¹⁰Evil happeneth not unto thee, And a plague cometh not near thy tent,

¹¹For His messengers He chargeth for thee, To keep thee in all thy ways,

¹²On the hands they bear thee up, Lest thou smite against a stone thy foot.

¹³On lion and asp thou treadest, Thou trampest young lion and dragon.

¹⁴Because in Me he hath delighted, I also deliver him -- I set him on high, Because he hath known My name.

¹⁵He doth call Me, and I answer him, I am with him in distress, I deliver him, and honour him.

¹⁶With length of days I satisfy him, And I cause him to look on My salvation!

Psalm 92

¹A Psalm. -- A Song for the sabbath-day. Good to give thanks to Jehovah, And to sing praises to Thy name, O Most High,

²To declare in the morning Thy kindness, And Thy faithfulness in the nights.

³On ten strings and on psaltery, On higgaion, with harp.

⁴For Thou hast caused me to rejoice, O Jehovah, in Thy work, Concerning the works of Thy hands I sing.

⁵How great have been Thy works, O Jehovah, Very deep have been Thy thoughts.

⁶A brutish man doth not know, And a fool understandeth not this; --

⁷When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity -- For their being destroyed for ever and ever!

⁸And Thou art high to the age, O Jehovah.

⁹For, lo, Thine enemies, O Jehovah, For, lo, Thine enemies, do perish, Separate themselves do all workers of iniquity.

¹⁰And Thou exaltest as a reem my horn, I have been anointed with fresh oil.

¹¹And mine eye looketh on mine enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evil doers, do mine ears hear.

¹²The righteous as a palm-tree flourisheth, As a cedar in Lebanon he groweth.

¹³Those planted in the house of Jehovah, In the courts of our God do flourish.

¹⁴Still they bring forth in old age, Fat and flourishing are they,

¹⁵To declare that upright is Jehovah my rock, And there is no perverseness in Him!