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Psalm 39


[Recommended tunes: St Mary, Ballerma]



To the chief Musician, even to Jeduthan, A Psalm of David.


1I said, I will look to my ways,

lest with my tongue I sin:

In sight of wicked men my mouth

with bridle I'll keep in.

2With silence I as dumb became,

I did myself restrain

From speaking good; but then the more

increased was my pain.


3My heart within me waxed hot;

and, while I musing was,

The fire did burn; and from my tongue

these words I did let pass:

4Mine end, and measure of my days,

O Lord, unto me show

What is the same; that I thereby

my frailty well may know.


5Lo, thou my days an handbreadth mad'st;

mine age is in thine eye

As nothing: sure each man at best

is wholly vanity.

6Sure each man walks in a vain show;

they vex themselves in vain:

He heaps up wealth, and doth not know

to whom it shall pertain.


7And now, O Lord, what wait I for?

my hope is fix'd on thee.

8Free me from all my trespasses,

the fool's scorn make not me.

9Dumb was I, op'ning not my mouth,

because this work was thine.

10Thy stroke take from me; by the blow

of thine hand I do pine.


11When with rebukes thou dost correct

man for iniquity,

Thou wastes his beauty like a moth:

sure each man's vanity.

12Attend my cry, Lord, at my tears

and pray'rs not silent be:

I sojourn as my fathers all,

and stranger am with thee.


13O spare thou me, that I my strength

recover may again,

Before from hence I do depart,

and here no more remain.



The Psalms in Metre