Psalms 39
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Psalms 39
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For the Chief Musician, 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. | To the chief music-maker. Of Jeduthun. A Psalm. Of DavidI said, I will give attention to my ways, so that my tongue may do no wrong; I will keep my mouth under control, while the sinner is before me. |
I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; And my sorrow was stirred. | I made no sound, I said no word, even of good; and I was moved with sorrow. |
My heart was hot within me; While I was musing the fire burned: [Then] spake I with my tongue: | My heart was burning in my breast; while I was deep in thought the fire was lighted; then I said with my tongue, |
Jehovah, make me to know mine end, And the measure of my days, what it is; Let me know how frail I am. | Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am. |
Behold, thou hast made my days [as] handbreadths; And my life-time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. Selah | You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah.) |
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. | Truly, every man goes on his way like an image; he is troubled for no purpose: he makes a great store of wealth, and has no knowledge of who will get it. |
And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee. | And now, Lord, what am I waiting for? my hope is in you. |
Deliver me from all my transgressions: Make me not the reproach of the foolish. | Make me free from all my sins; do not let me be shamed by the man of evil behaviour. |
I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; Because thou didst it. | I was quiet, and kept my mouth shut; because you had done it. |
Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand. | No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand. |
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 | By the weight of your wrath against man's sin, the glory of his form is wasted away; truly every man is but a breath. (Selah.) |
Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear unto my cry; Hold not thy peace at my tears: For I am a stranger with thee, A sojourner, as all my fathers were. | Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers. |
Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go hence, and be no more. | Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing. |