{"type":"rich","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Transistor","provider_url":"https://transistor.fm","author_name":"Daily Psalms - Classical Psalms Every Day","title":"Psalm Chapter 39","html":"","width":"100%","height":180,"duration":129,"description":"Psalm 39: The Brevity That BurnsDavid tried to stay silent. He bridled his tongue, held his peace — even from good, he tells us, which is a remarkable detail. He would not trust himself to open his mouth at all, lest the wrong thing escape. But silence only made the fire hotter. \"While I was musing the fire burned: then spake I with my tongue.\" And what comes out is not complaint, exactly, but something more disorienting: a prayer to understand his own smallness. \"Lord, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is: that I may know how frail I am.\" He wants to feel his own brevity. And when he does — \"Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth\" — it does not lead to despair but to a strange, scorching clarity. Every man at his best state is vanity. Every man walks in a vain show. He heaps up riches and knows not who shall gather them. And then, from that burned-over ground, the only possible next sentence: \"And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee.\" When everything temporary has been named as temporary, only the eternal remains to hope in.00:00 The Bridled Tongue, the Burning Heart01:00 A Handbreadth of Days02:00 A Stranger and Sojourner","thumbnail_url":"https://img.transistorcdn.com/C2WseAXS5mwLSdrov_M_2jK4yq73Ie3qsXM5YHymD9c/rs:fill:0:0:1/w:400/h:400/q:60/mb:500000/aHR0cHM6Ly9pbWct/dXBsb2FkLXByb2R1/Y3Rpb24udHJhbnNp/c3Rvci5mbS8zYTI4/MzVhZWJjYTI1MDMy/ODg4MTI5NzlhMDg5/NmY2ZS5wbmc.webp","thumbnail_width":300,"thumbnail_height":300}