Psalms 39

1 “To the chief musician, to Jeduthun, a psalm of David.” I said, I will guard my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will guard my mouth with a muzzle, while the wicked is before me.

To the chief Musician, to Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a muzzle, while the wicked is before me.

2 I was dumb in deep silence, I was quite still, even from [speaking] good; but my pain was greatly excited;

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

3 My heart was hot within me, in my self-communing there burnt a fire: [then] spoke I with my tongue,

My heart burned within me; the fire was kindled in my musing: I spoke with my tongue,

4 Let me know, O Lord, my end, and the measure of my days, what it is: I wish to know when I shall cease to be.

Make me to know, Jehovah, mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is: I shall know how frail I am.

5 Behold, measured out with the span hast thou made my days; and my whole duration is nothing before thee: yea, as nothing but vanity doth every man stand here. (Selah)

Behold, thou hast made my days [as] hand-breadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before thee; verily, every man, [even] the high placed, is altogether vanity. (Selah)

6 As nothing but a shadowy image doth man walk about, yea, for vanity only do all make a noise: he heapeth up his gains, and knoweth not who shall gather them.

Verily, man walketh in a vain show; verily they are disquieted in vain; he heapeth up [riches], and knoweth not who shall gather them.

7 And now, what shall I wait for, O Lord? my hope is in thee.

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

8 From all my transgressions deliver thou me: render me not the object of reproach of the worthless.

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

9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou hadst done it.

I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; for thou hast done [it].

10 Remove thou thy plague away from me: from the blows of thy hand am I consumed.

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

11 When thou with corrections chastisest man for iniquity, thou causest his excellence to melt away as [if eaten by] the moth: yea, nothing but vanity is every man. (Selah)

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

12 Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear unto my cry; be not silent at my tears; for a stranger am I with thee, a sojourner, like all my fathers.

Hear my prayer, Jehovah, and give ear unto my cry; be not silent at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, a sojourner, like all my fathers.

13 Leave off from me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and am no more.

Look away from me, and let me recover strength, before I go hence and be no more.