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To the chief Musician, even to Jeduthun, A Psalm of David.
1 I said, I will look to my ways, lest I sin with my tongue: I’ll keep my mouth with bit, while I the wicked am among. 2 With silence tied was my tongue, my mouth I did refrain, from speaking that thing which is good; and stirred was my pain.
3 Mine heart within me waxed hot, while I was musing long enkindled in me was the fire: then spake I with my tongue, 4 Mine end, O Lord, and of my days, let me the measure learn; that what a momentary thing I am I may discern.
5 Behold, thou mad’st my days a span; mine age as nought to thee: surely each man at’s best estate is wholly vanity. Selah. 6 Sure in a vain show walketh man: sure stirr’d in vain they are: he heaps up riches and knows not who shall the same gather.
7 And now, O Lord, what wait I for? my hope is upon thee. 8 Free me from all my trespasses: the fool’s scorn make not me. 9 I was dumb nor open’d my mouth; this done because thou hast. 10 Remove thy stroke away from me: by thy hand’s blow I waste.
11 When with rebukes thou dost correct man for iniquity, thou blast his beauty like a moth: sure each man’s vanity. Selah. 12 Hear my pray’r, Lord, hark to my cry; be not still at my tears: for stranger, and pilgrim with thee, I’m as all my fathers.
13 O turn aside a while from me, that I may strength recall, before I do depart from hence, and be no more at all.