1 I 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.
2 With silence I as dumb became,
I did myself restrain
even from good; but then the more
increased was my pain.
3 My heart within me waxed hot,
and, while I mused long,
a fire within me kindled was;
then spake I with my tongue.
4 Mine end and measure of my days,
O Lord, unto me show
what is the same; that I thereby
how frail I am may know.
5 Lo, thou my days an handbreadth mad’st;
mine age is nought with thee:
sure each man in his best estate
is wholly vanity.
6 Sure 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.
7 And now, O Lord, what wait I for?
My hope is fixed on thee.
8 Free me from all my trespasses,
the fool’s scorn make not me.
9 Dumb was I, opening not my mouth,
because this work is thine.
10 O, take thy stroke away from me;
by thy hand's blow I pine.
11 When with rebukes thou dost correct
man for iniquity,
like moth thou dost his beauty waste:
each man is vanity.
12 Regard my cry, Lord, at my tears
and prayers not silent be:
I sojourn as my fathers all,
and stranger am with thee.
13 O spare thou me, that I my strength
recover may again,
before that hence I do depart,
and here no more remain.
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