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

"Yahweh, show me my end, what is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.

I said, "I will watch my ways, so that I don't sin with my tongue. I will keep my mouth with a bridle while the wicked is before me."

Behold, you have made my days handbreadths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath." Selah.

Now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in you.

"Surely every man walks like a shadow. Surely they busy themselves in vain. He heaps up, and doesn't know who shall gather.

"Hear my prayer, Yahweh, and give ear to my cry. Don't be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were.

My heart was hot within me. While I meditated, the fire burned: I spoke with my tongue:

When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, You consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath." Selah.

Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away, and exist no more." For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.

I was mute. I didn't open my mouth, because you did it.

Deliver me from all my transgressions. Don't make me the reproach of the foolish.

Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.