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

Today's reading comes from Psalm Chapter 39 - To the chief Musician, even to Jeduthun, A Psalm of David.

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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.