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1 I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bri­dle, while the wicked is be­fore me.
2 I was dumb with si­lence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sor­row was stirred.
3 My heart was hot with­in me, 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 days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.
5 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.
6 Sure­ly ev­ery man walketh in a vain shew: sure­ly they are dis­qui­et­ed in vain: he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gath­er them.
7 And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.
8 De­liv­er me from all my trans­gres­sions: make me not the re­proach of the fool­ish.
9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; be­cause thou didst it.
10 Re­move thy stroke away from me: I am con­sumed by the blow of thine hand.
11 When thou with re­bukes dost cor­rect man for in­iq­ui­ty, thou mak­est his beau­ty to con­sume away like a moth: sure­ly ev­ery man is van­i­ty. Se­lah.
12 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.
13 O spare me, that I may re­cov­er strength, be­fore I go hence, and be no more.