1 Vir die musiekleier; vir Jedutun. 'n Psalm van Dawid.
2 Ek het gesê: Ek wil my weë bewaar, sodat ek nie sondig met my tong nie; ek wil my mond in toom hou solank as die goddelose nog voor my is.
3 Ek was stom in stilte, ek het geswyg, ver van die goeie af; maar my smart is aangewakker.
4 My hart het warm geword in my binneste; 'n vuur het ontvlam by my gesug; ek het gespreek met my tong:
5 HERE, maak my einde aan my bekend en wat die maat van my dae is; laat my weet hoe verganklik ek is.
6 Kyk, U het my dae 'n paar handbreedtes gemaak, en my leeftyd is soos niks voor U nie; ja, as pure nietigheid staan elke mens daar! Sela.
7 Waarlik, die mens wandel as skadubeeld rond; ja, hulle woel verniet; hulle stapel op en weet nie wie dit sal insamel nie.
8 En nou, wat verwag ek, o Here? My hoop is op U.
9 Red my van al my oortredinge; maak my nie 'n smaad van die dwaas nie.
10 Ek is stom, ek sal my mond nie oopmaak nie; want U het dit gedoen.
11 Neem u plaag van my weg; ek vergaan vanweë die bestryding van u hand.
12 Tugtig U die mens met strawwe oor die ongeregtigheid, dan laat U sy skoonheid vergaan soos deur 'n mot; ja, elke mens is 'n asemtog! Sela.
13 Hoor, HERE, my gebed, en luister na my hulpgeroep; swyg nie by my trane nie; want ek is 'n vreemdeling by U, 'n bywoner soos al my vaders. [ (Psalms 39:14) Wend u oog van my af, dat ek vrolik kan word voordat ek heengaan en daar nie meer is nie. ]
1 To the chief music-maker. Of Jeduthun. A Psalm. Of David.
2 \39:1\I said, I will give attention to my ways, so that my tongue may do no wrong; I will keep my mouth under control, while the sinner is before me.
3 \39:2\I made no sound, I said no word, even of good; and I was moved with sorrow.
4 \39:3\My heart was burning in my breast; while I was deep in thought the fire was lighted; then I said with my tongue,
5 \39:4\Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.
6 \39:5\You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah.)
7 \39:6\Truly, every man goes on his way like an image; he is troubled for no purpose: he makes a great store of wealth, and has no knowledge of who will get it.
8 \39:7\And now, Lord, what am I waiting for? my hope is in you.
9 \39:8\Make me free from all my sins; do not let me be shamed by the man of evil behaviour.
10 \39:9\I was quiet, and kept my mouth shut; because you had done it.
11 \39:10\No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
12 \39:11\By the weight of your wrath against man's sin, the glory of his form is wasted away; truly every man is but a breath. (Selah.)
13 \39:12\Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers.
14 \39:13\Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.