Psalms 39

DOUAI-RHEIMS	Revised Standard Version Catholic Edition
1 Unto the end, for Idithun himself, a canticle of David.	1 To the choirmaster: to Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, "I will guard my ways, that I may not sin with my tongue; I will bridle my mouth, so long as the wicked are in my presence."
2 I said: I will take heed to my ways : that I sin not with my tongue. I have set guard to my mouth, when the sinner stood against me.	2 I was dumb and silent, I held my peace to no avail; my distress grew worse,
3 I was dumb, and was humbled, and kept silence from good things : and my sorrow was renewed.	3 my heart became hot within me. As I mused, the fire burned; then I spoke with my tongue:
4 My heart grew hot within me : and in my meditation a fire shall flame out.	4 "LORD, let me know my end, and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting my life is!
5 I spoke with my tongue : O Lord, make me know my end. And what is the number of my days : that I may know what is wanting to me.	5 Behold, thou hast made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing in thy sight. Surely every man stands as a mere breath! [Selah]
6 Behold thou hast made my days measurable : and my substance is as nothing before thee. And indeed all things are vanity : every man living.	6 Surely man goes about as a shadow! Surely for nought are they in turmoil; man heaps up, and knows not who will gather!
7 Surely man passeth as an image : yea, and he is disquieted in vain. He storeth up : and he knoweth not for whom he shall gather these things.	7 "And now, Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in thee.
8 And now what is my hope? is it not the Lord? and my substance is with thee.	8 Deliver me from all my transgressions. Make me not the scorn of the fool!
9 Deliver thou me from all my iniquities : thou hast made me a reproach to the fool.	9 I am dumb, I do not open my mouth; for it is thou who hast done it.
10 I was dumb, and I opened not my mouth, because thou hast done it.	10 Remove thy stroke from me; I am spent by the blows of thy hand.
11 Remove thy scourges from me. The strength of thy hand hath made me faint in rebukes:	11 When thou dost chasten man with rebukes for sin, thou dost consume like a moth what is dear to him; surely every man is a mere breath! [Selah]
12 thou hast corrected man for iniquity. And thou hast made his soul to waste away like a spider : surely in vain is any man disquieted.	12 "Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears! For I am thy passing guest, a sojourner, like all my fathers.
13 Hear my prayer, O Lord, and my supplication : give ear to my tears. Be not silent : for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner as all my fathers were.	13 Look away from me, that I may know gladness, before I depart and be no more!"
14 O forgive me, that I may be refreshed, before I go hence, and be no more.