Catholic Standard Version : Psalms : Psalm 39

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Ps 39

0 Psalm 39 For the Chief Musician, 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] spoke I with my tongue: 4 YHWH, make me to know mine end, And the measure of my days, what it is; Let me know how frail I am. 5 Behold, you have made my days [as] handbreadths; And my life-time is as nothing before you: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. Selah 6 Surely every man walks in a vain show; Surely they are disquieted in vain: He heaps up [riches], and knows not who shall gather them. 7 And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in you. 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 you did it. 10 Remove your stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of your hand. 11 When you with rebukes do correct man for iniquity, You make his beauty to consume away like a moth: Surely every man is vanity. Selah 12 Hear my prayer, O YHWH, and give ear to my cry; Hold not your peace at my tears: For I am a stranger with you, A sojourner, as all my fathers were. 13 Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go hence, and be no more.