Psalm 39.

  1  I said, I will look to my ways,
        lest with my tongue I sin:
     In sight of wicked men my mouth
         with bridle I'll keep in.

  2  With silence I as dumb became,
        I did myself restrain
     From speaking good; but then the more
        increased was my pain.

  3  My heart within me waxed hot;
        and, while I musing was,
     The fire did burn; and from my tongue
        these words I did let pass:

  4  Mine end, and measure of my days,
        O Lord, unto me show
     What is the same; that I thereby
        my frailty well may know.

  5  Lo, thou my days an handbreadth mad'st;
        mine age is in thine eye
     As nothing: sure each man at best
        is wholly vanity.

  6  Sure each man walks in a vain show;
        they vex themselves in vain:
     He heaps up wealth, and doth not know
        to whom it shall pertain.

  7  And now, O Lord, what wait I for?
        my hope is fix'd on thee.
  8  Free me from all my trespasses,
        the fool's scorn make not me.

  9  Dumb was I, op'ning not my mouth,
       because this work was thine.
 10  Thy stroke take from me; by the blow
        of thine hand I do pine.

 11  When with rebukes thou dost correct
        man for iniquity,
     Thou wastes his beauty like a moth:
        sure each man's vanity.

 12  Attend my cry, Lord, at my tears
        and pray'rs not silent be:
     I sojourn as my fathers all,
        and stranger am with thee.

 13  O spare thou me, that I my strength
        recover may again,
     Before from hence I do depart,
        and here no more remain.



 

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