Psalm 39
For the Chief Musician, for Jeduthun. A Psalm of David.
That I sin not with my tongue:
I will keep my mouth with a bridle,
While the wicked is before me.
And my sorrow was stirred.
While I was musing the fire burned;
Then spake I with my tongue:
And the measure of my days, what it is;
Let me know how frail I am.
And my life-time is as nothing before thee:
Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. Selah
Surely they are disquieted in vain:
He heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.
My hope is in thee.
Make me not the reproach of the foolish.
Because thou didst it.
I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
Thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth:
Surely every man is vanity. Selah
Hold not thy peace at my tears:
For I am a stranger with thee,
A sojourner, as all my fathers were.
Before I go hence, and be no more.