Psalm Chapter 39 - To the chief Musician, even to Jeduthun, A Psalm of David.

Psalm 39: A Heartfelt Prayer of Self-Reflection and Hope

In this episode, we explore Psalm 39, where David, in a deeply introspective state, seeks to guard his words in the presence of the wicked and contemplates the fleeting nature of human life. He acknowledges his own frailty and calls upon the Lord for deliverance and wisdom. The psalmist’s lamentations are beautifully underscored with a stirring soundtrack, infusing ancient words with emotional resonance. Classical music aficionados may recognize the inspiration that Psalm 39 provided for compositions exploring themes of human mortality and divine hope. Join us in this reflective journey, easing into the serene yet profound layers of David's prayer.

00:00 Introduction to Psalm 39
00:13 David's Commitment to Righteousness
00:35 Reflection on Human Frailty
00:57 The Vanity of Life
01:14 A Plea for Deliverance
01:42 Concluding Prayer for Mercy

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Psalm 39.

To the chief musician.

Even to Jonathan, a Psalm of David.

Psalm 39 - To the chief Musician,
even to Jeduthun, A Psalm of David.

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.

I was dumb with silence, I held my peace,
even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.

My heart was hot within me, while
I was musing the fire burned:

then spake I with my tongue,

Lord, make me to know mine end,
and the measure of my days, what it

is: that I may know how frail I am.

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.

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.

And now, Lord, what wait I for?

my hope is in thee.

Deliver me from all my transgressions:
make me not the reproach of the foolish.

I was dumb, I opened not my
mouth; because thou didst it.

Remove thy stroke away from me: I am
consumed by the blow of thine hand.

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.

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.

O spare me, that I may recover strength,
before I go hence, and be no more.