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.
“A psalm of David. For the leader of the music of the Jeduthunites.” I said, I will take heed to my ways, That I may not sin 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 spake not even what was good; But my pain was increased.
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; In my anguish the fire burst forth, And I spake 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 mine end, And the number of my days, 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, thou hast made my days as a hand-breadth, And my life is as nothing before thee; Yea, every man in his firmest state is altogether vanity. (Pause)
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 walketh in a vain show; Surely he disquieteth himself in vain; He heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.
7 And now Lord, what wait I for? mine hope is euen in thee.
What, then, O Lord! is my hope? My hope is in thee!
8 Deliuer me from all my transgressions, and make me not a rebuke vnto the foolish.
Deliver me from all my transgressions; Let me not be the reproach of scoffers!
9 I should haue bene dumme, and not haue opened my mouth, because thou didest it.
Yet I am dumb; I open not my mouth; For thou hast done it!
10 Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
But remove from me thine infliction; For I am perishing by the blow of thine 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 thou with rebukes dost chasten man for iniquity, Thou causest his glory to waste away like a moth! Surely every man is vanity.
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! Give ear to my cry; Be not silent at my tears! For I am but a stranger with thee, 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 away, and be no more!
