Psalms 39
Psalms 39
For the Chief Musician, for Jeduthun. A Psalm of David.
391I said, I will take heed to my ways,
That I sin not with my tongue:
my mouth with a bridle,
the wicked is before me.
2I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good;
And my sorrow was stirred.
3My heart was hot within me;
was musing the fire burned;
Then spake I with my tongue:
4Jehovah, make me to know mine end,
And the measure of my days, what it is;
me know how frail I am.
5Behold, thou hast made my days as handbreadths;
And my life-time is as nothing before thee:
every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. [Selah
6Surely every man walketh in a vain show;
Surely they are disquieted in vain:
He heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.
7And now, Lord, what wait I for?
My hope is in thee.
8Deliver me from all my transgressions:
me not the reproach of the foolish.
9I was dumb, I opened not my mouth;
Because thou didst it.
10Remove thy stroke away from me:
I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
11When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity,
Thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth:
is vanity. [Selah
12Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear unto my cry;
thy peace at my tears:
For I am a stranger with thee,
A sojourner, as all my fathers were.
13Oh spare me, that I may recover strength,
Before I go hence, and be no more.
391I said, I will take heed to my ways,
That I sin not with my tongue:
my mouth with a bridle,
the wicked is before me.
2I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good;
And my sorrow was stirred.
3My heart was hot within me;
was musing the fire burned;
Then spake I with my tongue:
4Jehovah, make me to know mine end,
And the measure of my days, what it is;
me know how frail I am.
5Behold, thou hast made my days as handbreadths;
And my life-time is as nothing before thee:
every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. [Selah
6Surely every man walketh in a vain show;
Surely they are disquieted in vain:
He heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.
7And now, Lord, what wait I for?
My hope is in thee.
8Deliver me from all my transgressions:
me not the reproach of the foolish.
9I was dumb, I opened not my mouth;
Because thou didst it.
10Remove thy stroke away from me:
I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
11When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity,
Thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth:
is vanity. [Selah
12Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear unto my cry;
thy peace at my tears:
For I am a stranger with thee,
A sojourner, as all my fathers were.
13Oh spare me, that I may recover strength,
Before I go hence, and be no more.