1 I said, "I will guard my ways, Lest I sin with my tongue; I will restrain my mouth with a muzzle, while the wicked are before me."
2 I was mute with silence, I held my peace even from good; and my sorrow was stirred up.
3 My heart was hot within me; while I was musing, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue;
4 "Lord, make me to know my end, and what is the measure of my days, That I may know how frail I am.
5 Indeed, You have made my days as handbreadths, and my age is as nothing before You; certainly every man at his best state is but vapor.
6 Surely every man walks about like a shadow; surely they busy themselves in vain; he heaps up riches, and does not know who will gather them.
7 "And now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in You.
8 Deliver me from all my transgessions; do not make me the reproach of the foolish.
9 I was mute, I did not open my mouth, Because it was You who did it.
10 Remove Your plague from me: I am consumed by the blow of Your hand.
11 When with rebukes You correct man for iniquity, You make his beauty melt away like a moth; surely every man is vapor.
12 Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; do not be silent at my tears; for I am a stranger with You, a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
13 Remove Your gaze from me, that I may regain strength, before I go away and am no more.
2 I was mute with silence, I held my peace even from good; and my sorrow was stirred up.
3 My heart was hot within me; while I was musing, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue;
4 "Lord, make me to know my end, and what is the measure of my days, That I may know how frail I am.
5 Indeed, You have made my days as handbreadths, and my age is as nothing before You; certainly every man at his best state is but vapor.
6 Surely every man walks about like a shadow; surely they busy themselves in vain; he heaps up riches, and does not know who will gather them.
7 "And now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in You.
8 Deliver me from all my transgessions; do not make me the reproach of the foolish.
9 I was mute, I did not open my mouth, Because it was You who did it.
10 Remove Your plague from me: I am consumed by the blow of Your hand.
11 When with rebukes You correct man for iniquity, You make his beauty melt away like a moth; surely every man is vapor.
12 Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; do not be silent at my tears; for I am a stranger with You, a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
13 Remove Your gaze from me, that I may regain strength, before I go away and am no more.
