Psalm 39–41
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Psalm 39
For Jeduthun, the choir director: A psalm of David.
1I said to myself, “I will watch what I do
and not sin in what I say.
I will hold my tongue
when the ungodly are around me.”
2But as I stood there in silence—
not even speaking of good things—
the turmoil within me grew worse.
3The more I thought about it,
the hotter I got,
igniting a fire of words:
4“Lord, remind me how brief my time on earth will be.
Remind me that my days are numbered—
how fleeting my life is.
5You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand.
My entire lifetime is just a moment to you;
at best, each of us is but a breath.”
Interlude
6We are merely moving shadows,
and all our busy rushing ends in nothing.
We heap up wealth,
not knowing who will spend it.
7And so, Lord, where do I put my hope?
My only hope is in you.
8Rescue me from my rebellion.
Do not let fools mock me.
9I am silent before you; I won’t say a word,
for my punishment is from you.
10But please stop striking me!
I am exhausted by the blows from your hand.
11When you discipline us for our sins,
you consume like a moth what is precious to us.
Each of us is but a breath.
Interlude
12Hear my prayer, O Lord!
Listen to my cries for help!
Don’t ignore my tears.
For I am your guest—
a traveler passing through,
as my ancestors were before me.
13Leave me alone so I can smile again
before I am gone and exist no more.
Psalm 40
For the choir director: A psalm of David.
1I waited patiently for the Lord to help me,
and he turned to me and heard my cry.
2He lifted me out of the pit of despair,
out of the mud and the mire.
He set my feet on solid ground
and steadied me as I walked along.
3He has given me a new song to sing,
a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see what he has done and be amazed.
They will put their trust in the Lord.
4Oh, the joys of those who trust the Lord,
who have no confidence in the proud
or in those who worship idols.
5O Lord my God, you have performed many wonders for us.
Your plans for us are too numerous to list.
You have no equal.
If I tried to recite all your wonderful deeds,
I would never come to the end of them.
6You take no delight in sacrifices or offerings.
Now that you have made me listen, I finally understand—
you don’t require burnt offerings or sin offerings.
7Then I said, “Look, I have come.
As is written about me in the Scriptures:
8I take joy in doing your will, my God,
for your instructions are written on my heart.”
9I have told all your people about your justice.
I have not been afraid to speak out,
as you, O Lord, well know.
10I have not kept the good news of your justice hidden in my heart;
I have talked about your faithfulness and saving power.
I have told everyone in the great assembly
of your unfailing love and faithfulness.
11Lord, don’t hold back your tender mercies from me.
Let your unfailing love and faithfulness always protect me.
12For troubles surround me—
too many to count!
My sins pile up so high
I can’t see my way out.
They outnumber the hairs on my head.
I have lost all courage.
13Please, Lord, rescue me!
Come quickly, Lord, and help me.
14May those who try to destroy me
be humiliated and put to shame.
May those who take delight in my trouble
be turned back in disgrace.
15Let them be horrified by their shame,
for they said, “Aha! We’ve got him now!”
16But may all who search for you
be filled with joy and gladness in you.
May those who love your salvation
repeatedly shout, “The Lord is great!”
17As for me, since I am poor and needy,
let the Lord keep me in his thoughts.
You are my helper and my savior.
O my God, do not delay.
Psalm 41
For the choir director: A psalm of David.
1Oh, the joys of those who are kind to the poor!
The Lord rescues them when they are in trouble.
2The Lord protects them
and keeps them alive.
He gives them prosperity in the land
and rescues them from their enemies.
3The Lord nurses them when they are sick
and restores them to health.
4“O Lord,” I prayed, “have mercy on me.
Heal me, for I have sinned against you.”
5But my enemies say nothing but evil about me.
“How soon will he die and be forgotten?” they ask.
6They visit me as if they were my friends,
but all the while they gather gossip,
and when they leave, they spread it everywhere.
7All who hate me whisper about me,
imagining the worst.
8“He has some fatal disease,” they say.
“He will never get out of that bed!”
9Even my best friend, the one I trusted completely,
the one who shared my food, has turned against me.
10Lord, have mercy on me.
Make me well again, so I can pay them back!
11I know you are pleased with me,
for you have not let my enemies triumph over me.
12You have preserved my life because I am innocent;
you have brought me into your presence forever.
13Praise the Lord, the God of Israel,
who lives from everlasting to everlasting.
Amen and amen!
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