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 To the chief Musician, even to
Jeduthun, A Psalm of
David. 1  I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with
my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, while the wicked is before me.
               2 I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and
my sorrow was stirred.
               3 My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then
spake I with my tongue,
               4 LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is;
that I may know how frail I am.
               5 Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is
as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether
vanity. Selah.
               6 Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: surely they are disquieted in
vain: he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them. 7 And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.
               8 Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the
foolish.
               9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou didst it.
               10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine
hand.
               11 When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his
beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. Selah.
               12 Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace
at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as
all my fathers were.
               13 O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no
more.   
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