1 To the chief music-maker. Of Jeduthun. A Psalm. Of David.
2 \39:1\I said, I will give attention to my ways, so that my tongue may do no wrong; I will keep my mouth under control, while the sinner is before me.
3 \39:2\I made no sound, I said no word, even of good; and I was moved with sorrow.
4 \39:3\My heart was burning in my breast; while I was deep in thought the fire was lighted; then I said with my tongue,
5 \39:4\Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.
6 \39:5\You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah.)
7 \39:6\Truly, every man goes on his way like an image; he is troubled for no purpose: he makes a great store of wealth, and has no knowledge of who will get it.
8 \39:7\And now, Lord, what am I waiting for? my hope is in you.
9 \39:8\Make me free from all my sins; do not let me be shamed by the man of evil behaviour.
10 \39:9\I was quiet, and kept my mouth shut; because you had done it.
11 \39:10\No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
12 \39:11\By the weight of your wrath against man's sin, the glory of his form is wasted away; truly every man is but a breath. (Selah.)
13 \39:12\Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers.
14 \39:13\Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.
1 I said, I will take heed to my ways,
That I sin not with my tongue:
I will keep my mouth with a bridle,
While the wicked is before me.
2 I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good;
And my sorrow was stirred.
3 My heart was hot within me;
While I was musing the fire burned;
Then spake I with my tongue:
4 Jehovah, make me to know mine end,
And the measure of my days, what it is;
Let me know how frail I am.
5 Behold, thou hast made my days as handbreadths;
And my life-time is as nothing before thee:
Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. [Selah
6 Surely every man walketh in a vain show;
Surely they are disquieted in vain:
He heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.
7 And now, Lord, what wait I for?
My hope is in thee.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions:
Make me not the reproach of the foolish.
9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth;
Because thou didst it.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me:
I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
11 When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity,
Thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth:
Surely every man is vanity. [Selah
12 Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear unto my cry;
Hold not thy peace at my tears:
For I am a stranger with thee,
A sojourner, as all my fathers were.
13 Oh spare me, that I may recover strength,
Before I go hence, and be no more.