1 To the chief musician, to Jeduthun, a psalm of David. I said, I will guard my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will guard my mouth with a muzzle, while the wicked is before me.
2 I was dumb in deep silence, I was quite still, even from speaking good; but my pain was greatly excited;
3 My heart was hot within me, in my selfcommuning there burnt a fire: then spoke I with my tongue,
4 Let me know, O Lord, my end, and the measure of my days, what it is: I wish to know when I shall cease to be.
5 Behold, measured out with the span hast thou made my days; and my whole duration is nothing before thee: yea, as nothing but vanity doth every man stand here. Selah.
6 As nothing but a shadowy image doth man walk about, yea, for vanity only do all make a noise: he heapeth up his gains, and knoweth not who shall gather them.
7 And now, what shall I wait for, O Lord? my hope is in thee.
8 From all my transgressions deliver thou me: render me not the object of reproach of the worthless.
9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou hadst done it.
10 Remove thou thy plague away from me: from the blows of thy hand am I consumed.
11 When thou with corrections chastisest man for iniquity, thou causest his excellence to melt away as if eaten by the moth: yea, nothing but vanity is every man. Selah.
12 Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear unto my cry; be not silent at my tears; for a stranger am I with thee, a sojourner, like all my fathers.
13 Leave off from me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and am no more.