Psalms 39

1 Unto the end. For Jeduthun himself. A Canticle of David. I said, “I will keep to my ways, so that I will not offend with my tongue.” I posted a guard at my mouth, when a sinner took up a position against me.

[For the Chief Musician. For Jeduthun. A Psalm by David.] I said, "I will watch my ways, so that I do not sin with my tongue. I will keep my mouth with a bridle while the wicked is before me."

2 I was silenced and humbled, and I was quiet before good things, and my sorrow was renewed.

I was mute with silence. I held my peace, even from good. My sorrow was stirred.

3 My heart grew hot within me, and, during my (meditation) a fire would flare up.

My heart was hot within me. While I meditated, the fire burned: I spoke with my tongue:

4 I spoke with my tongue, “O Lord, make me know my end, and what the number of my days will be, so that I may know what is lacking to me.”

"LORD, show me my end, what is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.

5 Behold, you have made my days measurable, and, before you, my substance is as nothing. Yet truly, all things are vanity: every living man.

Look, you have made my days handbreadths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath." (Selah)

6 So then, truly man passes by like an image; even so, he is disquieted in vain. He stores up, and he knows not for whom he will gather these things.

"Surely a person goes about like a shadow. Surely he heaps up vain things of wealth, and doesn't know who shall gather them.

7 And now, what is it that awaits me? Is it not the Lord? And my substance is with you.

And now, LORD, what do I wait for? My hope is in you.

8 Rescue me from all my iniquities. You have handed me over as a reproach to the foolish.

Deliver me from all my transgressions. Do not make me the taunt of fools.

9 I was silenced, and I did not open my mouth, because it was you who acted.

I was mute. I did not open my mouth, because you did it.

10 Remove your scourges from me.

Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.

11 I fall short at corrections from the strength of your hand. For you have chastised man for iniquity. And you have made his soul shrink away like a spider. Nevertheless, it is in vain that any man be disquieted.

When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, You consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath." (Selah)

12 O Lord, heed my prayer and my supplication. Pay attention to my tears. Do not be silent. For I am a newcomer with you, and a sojourner, just as all my fathers were.

"Hear my prayer, LORD, and give ear to my cry. Do not be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were.

13 Forgive me, so that I may be refreshed, before I will go forth and be no more.

Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away, and exist no more."