1 | To the chief music-maker. Of Jeduthun. A Psalm. Of David |
2 | I made no sound, I said no word, even of good; and I was moved with sorrow. |
3 | My heart was burning in my breast; while I was deep in thought the fire was lighted; then I said with my tongue, |
4 | Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am. |
5 | You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah.) |
6 | Truly, every man goes on his way like an image; he is troubled for no purpose: he makes a great store of wealth, and has no knowledge of who will get it. |
7 | And now, Lord, what am I waiting for? my hope is in you. |
8 | Make me free from all my sins; do not let me be shamed by the man of evil behaviour. |
9 | I was quiet, and kept my mouth shut; because you had done it. |
10 | No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand. |
11 | By the weight of your wrath against man's sin, the glory of his form is wasted away; truly every man is but a breath. (Selah.) |
12 | Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers. |
13 | Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing. |
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