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Psalm
39

To the chief Musician, even to Jeduthun, A
Psalm of David.

1
I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep
my mouth with a bridle, while the wicked is before me.

2
I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was
stirred.

3
My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then spake I
with my tongue,

4
LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I
may know how frail I am.

5
Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing
before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.

6
Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: surely they are disquieted in vain: he
heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.

7
And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.

8
Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish.

9
I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou didst it.

10
Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.

11
When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to
consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. Selah.

12
Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my
tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.

13
O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.