Psalm 39, to the chief musician, even to Juduthim, a psalm of David.
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 an 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 show, 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 rebukest 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.