Psalms.
Chapter 39.
To the chief Musician, even to Jeduthun, A Psalm of David. 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. 
I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; And my sorrow was stirred. 
My heart was hot within me, While I was musing the fire burned: Then spake I with my tongue, 
Lord, make me to know mine end, And the measure of my days, what it is; That I may know how frail I am. 
Behold, thou hast made my days as a handbreadth; And mine age is as nothing before thee: Verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah. 
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. 
And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee. 
Deliver me from all my transgressions: Make me not the reproach of the foolish. 
I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; Because thou didst it. 
Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand. 
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. 
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. 
O spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go hence, and be no more. 
