Psalms 90:9,11 - Compare All Versions

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All our days pass away under your wrath; we finish our years with a moan.

If only we knew the power of your anger! Your wrath is as great as the fear that is your due.

For all our days pass away under your wrath; we bring our years to an end like a sigh.

Who considers the power of your anger, and your wrath according to the fear of you?

We live our lives beneath your wrath, ending our years with a groan.

Who can comprehend the power of your anger? Your wrath is as awesome as the fear you deserve.

For all our days ebb away under your wrath; we end our years like a sigh.

Who understands the power of your anger? Your wrath matches the fear that is due you.

For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: We spend our years as a tale that is told.

Who knoweth the power of thine anger? Even according to thy fear, so is thy wrath.

For all our days have passed away in Your wrath; We finish our years like a sigh.

Who knows the power of Your anger? For as the fear of You, so is Your wrath.

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?

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?

For all our days have dwindled away in Your fury; We have finished our years like a sigh.

Who understands the power of Your anger And Your fury, according to the fear that is due You?

For all our days pass away in Your wrath; We have finished our years like a whispered sigh. [Num 14:26-35]

Who understands the power of Your anger? [Who connects this brevity of life among us with Your judgment of sin?] And Your wrath, [who connects it] with the [reverent] fear that is due You?

Yes, throughout all our days we experience your raging fury; the years of our lives pass quickly, like a sigh.

Who can really fathom the intensity of your anger? Your raging fury causes people to fear you.