Psalms 39

KING JAMES BIBLE	DOUAI-RHEIMS
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.	1 Unto the end, for Idithun himself, a canticle of David.
2 I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.	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.
3 My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then spake I with my tongue,	3 I was dumb, and was humbled, and kept silence from good things : and my sorrow was renewed.
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.	4 My heart grew hot within me : and in my meditation a fire shall flame out.
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.	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.
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.	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.
7 And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.	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.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish.	8 And now what is my hope? is it not the Lord? and my substance is with thee.
9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou didst it.	9 Deliver thou me from all my iniquities : thou hast made me a reproach to the fool.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.	10 I was dumb, and I opened not my mouth, because thou hast done it.
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.	11 Remove thy scourges from me. The strength of thy hand hath made me faint in rebukes:
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.	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.
13 O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.	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.
	14 O forgive me, that I may be refreshed, before I go hence, and be no more.