Psalm 39 - Page: 32
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I put a bridle on my lips, When in the presence of ungodly men.
With silence I became as dumb; I held my peace but to no avail.
Sorrow within my heart was stirred; My distress grew hot as fire!
Then with my tongue I spoke these words: Let me know my end, O God;
What is the number of my days; O let me know how fleeting is life.
Thou hast made my days as a span; They are as nothing in Thy sight.
Surely before Thee all men stand; As a mere breath they stand before Thee.
O surely man is but a breath; Like a shadow he goes about;
Men are in turmoil all for nought; Wealth do they gather but all in vain.
Now, O God, for what do I wait! My hope in Thee is; my sin forgive.
O make me not the scorn of fools! I shall not speak but remain as dumb.
For it is God who orders life; Take away Thy stroke from me.
I am consum'd by Thine own hand, When Thou dost chasten man for all his sin.
Man's life is vain and wasted away; Hear Thou my cry and hold not Thy peace!
Spare me that I may gladness know, O God, recall how fleeting is life.
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