Psalm 39
For the Chief Musician. For Jeduthun. A Psalm by David.
I will keep my mouth with a bridle while the wicked is before me.”
I held my peace, even from good.
My sorrow was stirred.
While I meditated, the fire burned.
I spoke with my tongue:
what is the measure of my days.
Let me know how frail I am.
My lifetime is as nothing before you.
Surely every man stands as a breath.” Selah.
Surely they busy themselves in vain.
He heaps up, and doesn’t know who shall gather.
My hope is in you.
Don’t make me the reproach of the foolish.
I didn’t open my mouth,
because you did it.
I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
you consume his wealth like a moth.
Surely every man is but a breath.” Selah.
Don’t be silent at my tears.
For I am a stranger with you,
a foreigner, as all my fathers were.
before I go away and exist no more.”