Psalms 39

1 For the choirmaster. For Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, “I will watch my ways so that I will not sin with my tongue; I will guard my mouth with a muzzle as long as the wicked are present.”

To the chief Musician, to Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a muzzle, while the wicked is before me.

2 I was speechless and still; I remained silent, even from speaking good, and my sorrow was stirred.

I was dumb with silence, I held my peace from good; and my sorrow was stirred.

3 My heart grew hot within me; as I mused, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:

My heart burned within me; the fire was kindled in my musing: I spoke with my tongue,

4 “Show me, O LORD, my end and the measure of my days. Let me know how fleeting my life is.

Make me to know, Jehovah, mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is: I shall know how frail I am.

5 You, indeed, have made my days as handbreadths, and my lifetime as nothing before You. Truly each man at his best exists as but a breath.

Behold, thou hast made my days [as] hand-breadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before thee; verily, every man, [even] the high placed, is altogether vanity. (Selah)

6 Surely every man goes about like a phantom; surely he bustles in vain; he heaps up riches not knowing who will haul them away.

Verily, man walketh in a vain show; verily they are disquieted in vain; he heapeth up [riches], and knoweth not who shall gather them.

7 And now, O Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in You.

And now, what wait I for, Lord? my hope is in thee.

8 Deliver me from all my transgressions; do not make me the reproach of fools.

Deliver me from all my transgressions; make me not the reproach of the foolish.

9 I have become mute; I do not open my mouth because of what You have done.

I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; for thou hast done [it].

10 Remove Your scourge from me; I am perishing by the force of Your hand.

Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.

11 You discipline and correct a man for his iniquity, consuming like a moth what he holds dear; surely each man is but a vapor.

When thou with rebukes dost correct a man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely, every man is vanity. (Selah)

12 Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry for help; do not be deaf to my weeping. For I am a foreigner dwelling with You, a stranger like all my fathers.

Hear my prayer, Jehovah, and give ear unto my cry; be not silent at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, a sojourner, like all my fathers.

13 Turn Your gaze away from me, that I may again be cheered before I depart and am no more.”

Look away from me, and let me recover strength, before I go hence and be no more.