39:1 To
the
chiefe
Musician,
euen
to
Ieduthun,
A
Psalme
of
Dauid.
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.
39:2 I
was
dumbe
with
silence,
I
held
my
peace,
euen
from
good,
and
my
sorrow
was
stirred.
39:3 My
heart
was
hot
within
mee,
while
I
was
musing
the
fire
burned:
then
spake
I
with
my
tongue.
39:4 Lord,
make
me
to
know
mine
end,
and
the
measure
of
my
dayes,
what
it
is:
that
I
may
know
how
fraile
I
am.
39:5 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.
39:6 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.
39:7 And
now
Lord,
what
wait
I
for
my
hope
is
in
thee.
39:8 Deliuer
me
from
all
my
transgressions:
make
mee
not
the
reproch
of
the
foolish.
39:9 I
was
dumbe,
I
opened
not
my
mouth;
because
thou
diddest
it.
39:10 Remooue
thy
stroke
away
from
mee:
I
am
consumed
by
the
blowe
of
thine
hand.
39:11 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.
39:12 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.
39:13 O
spare
me,
that
I
may
recouer
strength:
before
I
goe
hence,
and
be
no
more.
