Psalms 39

To the chief Musician, to Jeduthun. A Psalm of David.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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