I was mute with silence. I held my peace, even from good, and my sorrow was stirred.

LORD, make me to know my end, and the measure of my days, what it is. Let me know how frail I am.

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 man is before me.

Behold, thou have made my days [as] handbreadths, and my life-time is as nothing before thee. Surely every man at his best condition is altogether vanity. Selah.

And now, LORD, what do I wait for? My hope is in thee.

Surely every man walks in a shadow. Surely they are disquieted in vain. He heaps up, and knows not who shall gather them.

Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry. Keep not silent at my tears, for I am a stranger with thee, a sojourner, as all my fathers were.

My heart was hot within me. While I was musing the fire burned. [Then] I spoke with my tongue:

When thou have corrected man with rebukes for iniquity, thou make his beauty to disintegrate like a moth. Surely every man is vanity. Selah.

O spare me, that I may recover strength before I go from here, and be no more.

I was mute. I opened not my mouth, because thou did it.

Deliver me from all my transgressions. Make me not the reproach of the foolish.

Remove thy stroke away from me. I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.