I was as silent as a mute person; I said nothing, not even something good, and my distress deepened.

"LORD, let me know how my life ends, and the standard by which you will measure my days, whatever it is! Then I will know how transient my life is.

I told myself, "I will keep watch over my tongue to keep from sinning. I will muzzle my mouth when the wicked are around."

Look, you have made my life span fit in your hand; It is nothing compared to yours. Surely every person at their best is a puff of wind. Interlude

How long, LORD, will I wait expectantly? I have placed my hope in you.

In fact, people walk around as shadows. Surely, they busy themselves for nothing, heaping up possessions but not knowing who will get them.

Hear my prayer, LORD, pay attention to my cry, and do not ignore my tears. I am an alien in your presence, a stranger just like my ancestors were.

My heart within me became incensed; as I thought about it, the fire burned. Then I spoke out:

You rebuke by chastening a man with the consequence of iniquities; you destroy what is attractive to him, as one would treat a moth. Indeed, every person is a puff of wind. Interlude

Stop looking at me with chastisement, so I can smile again, before I depart and am no more. To the Director: A Davidic Psalm.

I remain silent; I do not open my mouth, for you are the one who acted.

Deliver me from all my transgressions, and do not let fools scorn me."

Stop scourging me, since I have been crushed by your heavy hand.