Psalms 39
1 To the excellent musician Ieduthun. I thought, I will take heede to my wayes, that I sinne not with my tongue: I will keepe my mouth brideled, while the wicked is in my sight.
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.
2 I was dumme and spake nothing: I kept silece euen from good, and my sorow was more stirred.
I was dumb, and was humbled, and kept silence from good things: and my sorrow was renewed.
3 Mine heart was hote within me, and while I was musing, the fire kindeled, and I spake with my tongue, saying,
My heart grew hot within me: and in my meditation a fire shall flame out.
4 Lord, let me know mine ende, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: let mee knowe howe long I haue to liue.
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.
5 Beholde, thou hast made my dayes as an hand breadth, and mine age as nothing in respect of thee: surely euery man in his best state is altogether vanitie. (Selah)
Behold thou hast made my days measurable: and my substance is as nothing before thee. And indeed all things are vanity: every man living.
6 Doubtlesse man walketh in a shadowe, and disquieteth himselfe in vaine: he heapeth vp riches, and cannot tell who shall gather them.
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.
7 And now Lord, what wait I for? mine hope is euen in thee.
And now what is my hope? is it not the Lord? and my substance is with thee.
8 Deliuer me from all my transgressions, and make me not a rebuke vnto the foolish.
Deliver thou me from all my iniquities: thou hast made me a reproach to the fool.
9 I should haue bene dumme, and not haue opened my mouth, because thou didest it.
I was dumb, and I opened not my mouth, because thou hast done it.
10 Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
Remove thy scourges from me. The strength of thy hand hath made me faint in rebukes:
11 When thou with rebukes doest chastise man for iniquitie, thou as a mothe makest his beautie to consume: surely euery man is vanitie. (Selah)
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.
12 Heare my prayer, O Lord, and hearken vnto my cry: keepe not silence at my teares, for I am a strager with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers.
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.
13 Stay thine anger from me, that I may recouer my strength, before I go hence and be not.
O forgive me, that I may be refreshed, before I go hence, and be no more.
