Psalms

I 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.”

But as I stood there in silence — not even speaking of good things — the turmoil within me grew worse.

The more I thought about it, the hotter I got, igniting a fire of words:

“LORD, remind me how brief my time on earth will be. Remind me that my days are numbered — how fleeting my life is.

You 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

We are merely moving shadows, and all our busy rushing ends in nothing. We heap up wealth, not knowing who will spend it.

And so, Lord, where do I put my hope? My only hope is in you.

Rescue me from my rebellion. Do not let fools mock me.

I am silent before you; I won’t say a word, for my punishment is from you.

But please stop striking me! I am exhausted by the blows from your hand.

When you discipline us for our sins, you consume like a moth what is precious to us. Each of us is but a breath. Interlude

Hear 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.

Leave me alone so I can smile again before I am gone and exist no more.