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.

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 dumme and spake nothing: I kept silece euen from good, and my sorow was more stirred.

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

3 Mine heart was hote within me, and while I was musing, the fire kindeled, and I spake with my tongue, saying,

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

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.

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 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, 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 Doubtlesse man walketh in a shadowe, and disquieteth himselfe in vaine: he heapeth vp riches, and cannot tell who shall gather them.

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 Lord, what wait I for? mine hope is euen in thee.

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

8 Deliuer me from all my transgressions, and make me not a rebuke vnto the foolish.

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

9 I should haue bene dumme, and not haue opened my mouth, because thou didest it.

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

10 Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.

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

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)

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 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 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 Stay thine anger from me, that I may recouer my strength, before I go hence and be not.

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