Psalms

¹Unto the end. For Jeduthun himself. A Canticle of David. ↗

²I said, ”I will keep to my ways, so that I will not offend with my tongue.“ I posted a guard at my mouth, when a sinner took up a position against me. ↗

³I was silenced and humbled, and I was quiet before good things, and my sorrow was renewed. ↗

⁴My heart grew hot within me, and, during my meditation, a fire would flare up. ↗

⁵I spoke with my tongue, ”O Lord, make me know my end, and what the number of my days will be, so that I may know what is lacking to me.“ ↗

⁶Behold, you have made my days measurable, and, before you, my substance is as nothing. Yet truly, all things are vanity: every living man. ↗

⁷So then, truly man passes by like an image; even so, he is disquieted in vain. He stores up, and he knows not for whom he will gather these things. ↗

⁸And now, what is it that awaits me? Is it not the Lord? And my substance is with you. ↗

⁹Rescue me from all my iniquities. You have handed me over as a reproach to the foolish. ↗

¹⁰I was silenced, and I did not open my mouth, because it was you who acted. ↗

¹¹Remove your scourges from me. ↗

¹²I fall short at corrections from the strength of your hand. For you have chastised man for iniquity. And you have made his soul shrink away like a spider. Nevertheless, it is in vain that any man be disquieted. ↗

¹³O Lord, heed my prayer and my supplication. Pay attention to my tears. Do not be silent. For I am a newcomer with you, and a sojourner, just as all my fathers were. ↗

¹⁴Forgive me, so that I may be refreshed, before I will go forth and be no more. ↗