1To the choirmaster: to Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, “I will guard my ways, that I may not sin with my tongue; I will guard my mouth with a muzzle, so long as the wicked are in my presence.”2I was mute and silent; I held my peace to no avail, and my distress grew worse.3My heart became hot within me. As I mused, the fire burned; then I spoke with my tongue:4“O Lord, make me know my end and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting I am!5Behold, you have made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely all mankind stands as a mere breath!6Surely a man goes about as a shadow! Surely for nothing* they are in turmoil; man heaps up wealth and does not know who will gather!7“And now, O Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in you.8Deliver me from all my transgressions. Do not make me the scorn of the fool!9I am mute; I do not open my mouth, for it is you who have done it.10Remove your stroke from me; I am spent by the hostility of your hand.11When you discipline a man with rebukes for sin, you consume like a moth what is dear to him; surely all mankind is a mere breath!12“Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; hold not your peace at my tears! For I am a sojourner with you, a guest, like all my fathers.13Look away from me, that I may smile again, before I depart and am no more!”
New International Version
For the director of music. For Jeduthun. A psalm of David.
1I said, ‘I will watch my ways and keep my tongue from sin; I will put a muzzle on my mouth while in the presence of the wicked.’2So I remained utterly silent, not even saying anything good. But my anguish increased;3my heart grew hot within me. While I meditated, the fire burned; then I spoke with my tongue:4‘Show me, Lord, my life’s end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting my life is.5You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Everyone is but a breath, even those who seem secure.*6‘Surely everyone goes around like a mere phantom; in vain they rush about, heaping up wealth without knowing whose it will finally be.7‘But now, Lord, what do I look for? My hope is in you.8Save me from all my transgressions; do not make me the scorn of fools.9I was silent; I would not open my mouth, for you are the one who has done this.10Remove your scourge from me; I am overcome by the blow of your hand.11When you rebuke and discipline anyone for their sin, you consume their wealth like a moth – surely everyone is but a breath.12‘Hear my prayer, Lord, listen to my cry for help; do not be deaf to my weeping. I dwell with you as a foreigner, a stranger, as all my ancestors were.13Look away from me, that I may enjoy life again before I depart and am no more.’
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