Psalms

Psalm 39 For the director of music. For Jeduthun. A psalm of David. I said, “I will watch my ways and keep my tongue from sin; I will put a muzzle on my mouth as long as the wicked are in my presence.”

But when I was silent and still, not even saying anything good, my anguish increased.

My heart grew hot within me, and as I meditated, the fire burned; then I spoke with my tongue:

“Show me, O Lord, my life’s end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting is my life.

You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Each man’s life is but a breath. Selah

Man is a mere phantom as he goes to and fro: He bustles about, but only in vain; he heaps up wealth, not knowing who will get it.

“But now, Lord, what do I look for? My hope is in you.

Save me from all my transgressions; do not make me the scorn of fools.

I was silent; I would not open my mouth, for you are the one who has done this.

Remove your scourge from me; I am overcome by the blow of your hand.

You rebuke and discipline men for their sin; you consume their wealth like a moth— each man is but a breath. Selah

“Hear my prayer, O Lord, listen to my cry for help; be not deaf to my weeping. For I dwell with you as an alien, a stranger, as all my fathers were.

Look away from me, that I may rejoice again before I depart and am no more.”