To the Chief Musician. To Jeduthun. A Psalm of David.
1 I said, “I will guard my ways, Lest I sin with my atongue;
I will restrain my mouth with a muzzle,
While the wicked are before me.”
2 bI was mute with silence,
I held my peace even from good;
And my sorrow was stirred up.
While I was 1musing, the fire burned.
Then I spoke with my tongue:
4 “Lord, cmake me to know my end,
And what is the measure of my days,
That I may know how frail I am.
And my age is as nothing before You;
Certainly every man at his best state is but dvapor.
Surely they 2busy themselves in vain;
He heaps up riches,
And does not know who will gather them.
My ehope is in You.
Do not make me fthe reproach of the foolish.
9 gI was mute, I did not open my mouth,
Because it was hYou who did it.
10 iRemove Your plague from me;
I am consumed by the blow of Your hand.
You make his beauty jmelt away like a moth;
Surely every man is vapor.
And give ear to my cry;
Do not be silent at my tears;
For I am a stranger with You,
A sojourner, kas all my fathers were.
13 lRemove Your gaze from me, that I may regain strength,
Before I go away and mam no more.”
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