Psalms 39

1 Unto the end, for Idithun himself, a canticle of David. I said: I will take heed to my ways: that I sin not with my tongue. I have set guard to my mouth, when the sinner stood against me.

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, and was humbled, and kept silence from good things: and my sorrow was renewed.

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

3 My heart grew hot within me: and in my meditation a fire shall flame out.

My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then spoke I with my tongue,

4 I spoke with my tongue: O Lord, make me know my end. And what is the number of my days: that I may know what is wanting to me.

LORD, make me to know my end, and the measure of my days, what it is: that I may know how frail I am.

5 Behold thou hast made my days measurable: and my substance is as nothing before thee. And indeed all things are vanity: every man living.

Behold, you have made my days as an handbreadth; and my age is as nothing before you: truly every man at his best state is altogether vanity. (Selah)

6 Surely man passeth as an image: yea, and he is disquieted in vain. He storeth up: and he knoweth not for whom he shall gather these things.

Surely every man walks in a vain show: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heaps up riches, and knows not who shall gather them.

7 And now what is my hope? is it not the Lord? and my substance is with thee.

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

8 Deliver thou me from all my iniquities: thou hast made me a reproach to the fool.

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

9 I was dumb, and I opened not my mouth, because thou hast done it.

I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because you did it.

10 Remove thy scourges from me. The strength of thy hand hath made me faint in rebukes:

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

11 Thou hast corrected man for iniquity. And thou hast made his soul to waste away like a spider: surely in vain is any man disquieted.

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

12 Hear my prayer, O Lord, and my supplication: give ear to my tears. Be not silent: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner as all my fathers were.

Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry; hold not your peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with you, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.

13 O forgive me, that I may be refreshed, before I go hence, and be no more.

O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.