[To the chiefe Musician,
euen to Ieduthun,
A Psalme of Dauid.]
1
I sayd, I will take heede to my waies, that I sinne not with my tongue: I will keepe my mouth with a bridle, while the wicked is before me.
2
I was dumbe with silence, I held my peace, euen from good, and my sorrow was stirred.
3
My heart was hot within mee, while I was musing the fire burned: then spake I with my tongue.
4
Lord, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: that I may know how fraile I am.
5
Behold, thou hast made my dayes as an hand breadth, and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily euery man at his best state is altogether vanitie.
Selah.
6
Surely euery man walketh in a vaine shew: surely they are disquieted in vaine: he heapeth vp riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.
7
And now Lord, what wait I for?
my hope is in thee.
8
Deliuer me from all my transgressions: make mee not the reproch of the foolish.
9
I was dumbe, I opened not my mouth;
because thou diddest it.
10
Remooue thy stroke away from mee: I am consumed by the blowe of thine hand.
11
When thou with rebukes doest correct man for iniquitie, thou makest his beautie to consume away like a moth: surely euery man is vanitie.
Selah.
12
Heare my prayer, O Lord, and giue eare vnto my crie, hold not thy peace at my teares: for I am a straunger with thee, and a soiourner, as all my fathers were.
13
O spare me, that I may recouer strength: before I goe hence, and be no more.