Psalm 39:title–12

To the chief Musician, even to ^*Jeduthun, A Psalm of David.

¹I said, I will ^atake heed to my ways,

That ^bI sin not with my tongue:

I will keep ^†cmy mouth with a bridle,

While the wicked is before me.

^2dI was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even ^ddfrom good;

And my sorrow was ^†stirred.

^3eMy heart was hot within me,

While I was ^fmusing the fire burned:

Then spake I with my tongue,

⁴Lord, ^gMake me to know mine end,

And the measure of my days, what it is;

That I may know ^||how ^hfrail I am.

⁵Behold, thou hast made my days as an ⁱhandbreadth;

And ^kmine ^lage is as nothing before thee:

^mVerily every man ^†at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.

⁶Surely every man walketh in ^†a vain shew:

^mSurely they ⁿare disquieted in vain:

^oHe heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.

⁷And now, Lord, what wait I for?

^pMy hope is in thee.

⁸Deliver me from all my transgressions:

^qMake me not the reproach of the foolish.

^9rI was dumb, I opened not my mouth;

^sBecause thou didst it.

^10tRemove thy stroke away from me:

I am consumed by the ^†blow of thine hand.

¹¹When thou with ^urebukes dost correct man for iniquity,

^wThou makest ^†his beauty to consume away ^xlike a moth:

^ySurely every man is vanity. Selah.

^12yyHear my prayer, O Lord,

And give ear unto my cry;

^zHold not thy peace at my tears:

For I am a ^astranger with thee,

And ^aa sojourner, ^bas all my fathers were.