Psalms

For the Chief Musician. For Jeduthun. A Psalm by David.

1I said, “I will watch my ways, so that I don’t sin with my tongue.I will keep my mouth with a bridle while the wicked is before me.”

2I was mute with silence.I held my peace, even from good. My sorrow was stirred.

3My heart was hot within me.While I meditated, the fire burned.I spoke with my tongue:

4“LORD, show me my end, what is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.

5Behold, you have made my days hand widths.My lifetime is as nothing before you.Surely every man stands as a breath.” Selah.

6“Surely every man walks like a shadow.Surely they busy themselves in vain. He heaps up, and doesn’t know who shall gather.

7Now, Lord, what do I wait for?My hope is in you.

8Deliver me from all my transgressions.Don’t make me the reproach of the foolish.

9I was mute.I didn’t open my mouth, because you did it.

10Remove your scourge away from me.I am overcome by the blow of your hand.

11When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity,you consume his wealth like a moth.Surely every man is but a breath.” Selah.

12“Hear my prayer, LORD, and give ear to my cry.Don’t be silent at my tears.For I am a stranger with you,a foreigner, as all my fathers were.

13Oh spare me, that I may recover strength,before I go away and exist no more.”

1To the Overseer, to Jeduthun. — A Psalm of David. I have said, 'I observe my ways, Against sinning with my tongue, I keep for my mouth a curb, while the wicked [is] before me.'

2I was dumb [with] silence, I kept silent from good, and my pain is excited.

3Hot [is] my heart within me, In my meditating doth the fire burn, I have spoken with my tongue.

4'Cause me to know, O Jehovah, mine end, And the measure of my days — what it [is],' I know how frail I [am].

5Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age [is] as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity [is] every man set up. Selah.

6Only, in an image doth each walk habitually, Only, [in] vain, they are disquieted, He heapeth up and knoweth not who gathereth them.

7And, now, what have I expected? O Lord, my hope — it [is] of Thee.

8From all my transgressions deliver me, A reproach of the fool make me not.

9I have been dumb, I open not my mouth, Because Thou — Thou hast done [it].

10Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.

11With reproofs against iniquity, Thou hast corrected man, And dost waste as a moth his desirableness, Only, vanity [is] every man. Selah.

12Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, And [to] my cry give ear, Unto my tear be not silent, For a sojourner I [am] with Thee, A settler like all my fathers.

13Look from me, and I brighten up before I go and am not!