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| 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. |
| 39:1 | To the excellent musician Ieduthun. I thought, I will take heede to my wayes, that I sinne not with my tongue: I will keepe my mouth brideled, while the wicked is in my sight. |
| 39:2 | I was dumme and spake nothing: I kept silece euen from good, and my sorow was more stirred. |
| 39:3 | Mine heart was hote within me, and while I was musing, the fire kindeled, and I spake with my tongue, saying, |
| 39:4 | Lord, let me know mine ende, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: let mee knowe howe long I haue to liue. |
| 39:5 | Beholde, thou hast made my dayes as an hand breadth, and mine age as nothing in respect of thee: surely euery man in his best state is altogether vanitie. Selah. |
| 39:6 | Doubtlesse man walketh in a shadowe, and disquieteth himselfe in vaine: he heapeth vp riches, and cannot tell who shall gather them. |
| 39:7 | And now Lord, what wait I for? mine hope is euen in thee. |
| 39:8 | Deliuer me from all my transgressions, and make me not a rebuke vnto the foolish. |
| 39:9 | I should haue bene dumme, and not haue opened my mouth, because thou didest it. |
| 39:10 | Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand. |
| 39:11 | When thou with rebukes doest chastise man for iniquitie, thou as a mothe makest his beautie to consume: surely euery man is vanitie. Selah. |
| 39:12 | Heare my prayer, O Lord, and hearken vnto my cry: keepe not silence at my teares, for I am a strager with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers. |
| 39:13 | Stay thine anger from me, that I may recouer my strength, before I go hence and be not. |
| 39:1 | To the chaunter Ieduthun, a Psalme of Dauid. I sayde: I will take hede to my wayes that I offend not in my tonge. |
| 39:2 | I will kepe my mouth (as it were wt a brile) while the vngodly is in my sight. |
| 39:3 | I helde my tonge, & spake nothinge, I kepte sylence yee, euen from good wordes, but it was payne & grefe to me. |
| 39:4 | My hert was hote within me, & whyle I was thus musyng, the fyre kyndled: and (at the last) I spake wyth my tonge: |
| 39:5 | Lorde, let me knowe myne ende, and the nombre of my dayes: that I maye be certyfied howe longe I haue to lyue. |
| 39:6 | Beholde, thou hast made my dayes as it were a spanne longe, and myne age is euen as nothing in respecte of the: & verely euery man lyuing is all together vanite. Selah. |
| 39:7 | For man walketh in a vayne shadowe, and disquieteth him self in vayne: he heapeth vp riches & cannot tell who shall gather them. |
| 39:8 | And now Lord, what is my hope? trulye my hope is euen in the. |
| 39:9 | Delyuer me from all myne offences, & make me not a rebuke vnto the foolish. |
| 39:10 | I became domme, & opened not my mouth, for it was thy doynge. Take thy plage awaye fro me: I am euen consumed by the meanes of thy heuye hand. |
| 39:11 | When thou wyth rebukes dost chasten man for sinne, thou makest his bewtye to consume awaye, like as it were a mothe fretinge a garment. Euery man therfore is but vanite. Selah. |
| 39:12 | Heare my prayer, O Lord, & wt thyne eares consydre my callynge: holde not thy peace at my teares. For I am a straunger wt the, & a sogeourner, as all my fathers were. |
| 39:13 | Oh spare me a lytle, that I maye recouer my strength, before I goo hence, and be nomore sene. |
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