< Psalms 39 >
1 To the chief Musician, even 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 bridle, while the wicked is before me.
in finem Idithun canticum David dixi custodiam vias meas ut non delinquam in lingua mea posui ori meo custodiam cum consisteret peccator adversum me
2 I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.
obmutui et humiliatus sum et silui a bonis et dolor meus renovatus est
3 My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then I spoke with my tongue,
concaluit cor meum intra me et in meditatione mea exardescet ignis
4 LORD, make me to know my end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.
locutus sum in lingua mea notum fac mihi Domine finem meum et numerum dierum meorum quis est ut sciam quid desit mihi
5 Behold, thou hast made my days as an hand breadth; and my age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. (Selah)
ecce mensurabiles posuisti dies meos et substantia mea tamquam nihilum ante te verumtamen universa vanitas omnis homo vivens diapsalma
6 Surely every man walketh in a vain show: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.
verumtamen in imagine pertransit homo sed et frustra conturbatur thesaurizat et ignorat cui congregabit ea
7 And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.
et nunc quae est expectatio mea nonne Dominus et substantia mea apud te est
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish.
ab omnibus iniquitatibus meis erue me obprobrium insipienti dedisti me
9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou didst it.
obmutui et non aperui os meum quoniam tu fecisti
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
amove a me plagas tuas
11 When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. (Selah)
a fortitudine manus tuae ego defeci in increpationibus propter iniquitatem corripuisti hominem et tabescere fecisti sicut araneam animam eius verumtamen vane conturbatur omnis homo diapsalma
12 Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
exaudi orationem meam Domine et deprecationem meam auribus percipe lacrimas meas ne sileas quoniam advena sum apud te et peregrinus sicut omnes patres mei
13 O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I depart, and be no more.
remitte mihi ut refrigerer priusquam abeam et amplius non ero