 1 To the Chief Musician, to Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, I will heed my ways so that I do not sin with my tongue. I will keep my mouth with a bridle while the wicked are before me. 2 I was mute+ with silence and kept silent from good. And my sorrow was stirred. 3 My heart was hot within me. While I was musing, the fire burned and I spoke: 4 O Lord, make me to know my end and the measure of my days. What is it? I know how frail I am. 5 You have made my days like a hand width. My age is nothing before you. Surely everyone standing is altogether vanity. Selah. 6 Surely a man walks about like a shadow. Surely they are in an uproar in vain. He heaps up, and does not know who shall gather them. 7 Now, Lord, what do I wait for? my hope is in you. 8 Deliver me from all my transgressions. Do not make me the reproach of the fool. 9 I was silent+ and did not open my mouth because you have done it. 10 Remove your stroke away from me; I am destroyed by the blow of your hand. 11 You correct a man for iniquity with rebukes, and you make his desires vanish away like a moth. Surely every man is vanity. Selah. 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 pilgrim, as all my fathers were. 13 Look away from me and I will smile before I go away and be no more.
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