Psalms 39

For the Chief Musician. For Jeduthun. A Psalm by David.


I said, “I will watch my ways, so that I don’t sin with my tongue.

I will keep my mouth with a bridle while the wicked is before me.”


I was mute with silence.

I held my peace, even from good.

My sorrow was stirred.


My heart was hot within me.

While I meditated, the fire burned:

I spoke with my tongue:


“LORD, show me my end,

what is the measure of my days.

Let me know how frail I am.


Behold, you have made my days handbreadths.

My lifetime is as nothing before you.

Surely every man stands as a breath.”



Selah.




“Surely every man walks like a shadow.

Surely they busy themselves in vain.

He heaps up, and doesn’t know who shall gather.


Now, Lord, what do I wait for?

My hope is in you.


Deliver me from all my transgressions.

Don’t make me the reproach of the foolish.


I was mute.

I didn’t open my mouth,

because you did it.


10 
Remove your scourge away from me.

I am overcome by the blow of your hand.


11 
When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity,

You consume his wealth like a moth.

Surely every man is but a breath.”



Selah.




12 
“Hear my prayer, LORD, and give ear to my cry.

Don’t be silent at my tears.

For I am a stranger with you,

a foreigner, as all my fathers were.


13 
Oh spare me, that I may recover strength,

before I go away, and exist no more.”

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