<To the chief music-maker.
Of Jeduthun.
A Psalm.
Of David.>

I said, I will give attention to my ways, so that my tongue may do no wrong;
I will keep my mouth under control, while the sinner is before me.
I made no sound, I said no word, even of good;
and I was moved with sorrow.
My heart was burning in my breast;
while I was deep in thought the fire was lighted;
then I said with my tongue,
Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.
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.
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.
And now, Lord, what am I waiting for?
my hope is in you.
Make me free from all my sins;
do not let me be shamed by the man of evil behaviour.
I was quiet, and kept my mouth shut;
because you had done it.
No longer let your hand be hard on me;
I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
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.
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.
Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.