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Psalm 39

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

    1 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:
        “Yahweh, show me my end,
        what is the measure of my days.
        Let me know how frail I am.
    Behold, you have made my days hand widths.
        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, Yahweh, 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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