Psalms 38

¹Unto the end, to Idithun himself, a canticle of David.

²I have said: I will keep my ways, that I offend not in my tongue. I have set a guard to my mouth, when the sinner stood against me.

³I was dumb and humbled, and kept silence from good things: and my sorrow was renewed.

⁴My heart waxed hot within me: & in my meditation a fire shall burn.

⁵I have spoken in my tongue: Lord make mine end known to me. And the number of my days what it is: that I may know what is lacking to me.

⁶Behold thou hast put my days measurable, and my substance is as nothing before thee. Doubtless all things are vanity, every man living.

⁷Surely man passeth as an image, yea and he is troubled in vain. He gathereth treasure, and knoweth not to whom he shall gather them.

⁸And now what is my expectation? Is not our Lord? And my substance is with thee.

⁹From all mine iniquities deliver me: a reproach to the foolish thou hast given me.

¹⁰I was dumb, and opened not my mouth, because thou didst it:

¹¹Remove thy scourges from me.

¹²By the strength of thy hand I have fainted in reprehensions, for iniquity thou hast chastised man. And thou hast made his soul pine away as a spider: but vainly is every man troubled.

¹³Hear my prayer, o Lord, and my petition; with thine ears receive my tears. Keep not silence: because I am a stranger with thee, and a pilgrim, as my fathers.

¹⁴Forgive me, that I may be refreshed before I depart: and shall be no more.