Psalms 39
1 For the Chief Musician, for Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. 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.
In finem, ipsi Idithun. Canticum David. [Dixi: Custodiam vias meas: ut non delinquam in lingua mea. Posui ori meo custodiam, cum consisteret peccator adversum me.
2 I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.
Obmutui, et humiliatus sum, et silui a bonis; et dolor meus renovatus est.
3 My heart was hot within me; while I was musing the fire kindled: [then] spake I with my tongue:
Concaluit cor meum intra me; et in meditatione mea exardescet ignis.
4 LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; let me know how frail I am.
Locutus sum in lingua mea: Notum fac mihi, Domine, finem meum, et numerum dierum meorum quis est, ut sciam quid desit mihi.
5 Behold, thou hast made my days [as] handbreadths; and mine age is as nothing before thee: surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. (Selah)
Ecce mensurabiles posuisti dies meos, et substantia mea tamquam nihilum ante te. Verumtamen universa vanitas, omnis homo vivens.
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.
Verumtamen in imagine pertransit homo; sed et frustra conturbatur: thesaurizat, et ignorat cui congregabit ea.
7 And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.
Et nunc quæ est exspectatio mea: nonne Dominus? et substantia mea apud te est.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish.
Ab omnibus iniquitatibus meis erue me: opprobrium insipienti dedisti me.
9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou didst it.
Obmutui, et non aperui os meum, quoniam tu fecisti;
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
amove a me plagas tuas.
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)
A fortitudine manus tuæ ego defeci in increpationibus: propter iniquitatem corripuisti hominem. Et tabescere fecisti sicut araneam animam ejus: verumtamen vane conturbatur omnis homo.
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, a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
Exaudi orationem meam, Domine, et deprecationem meam; auribus percipe lacrimas meas. Ne sileas, quoniam advena ego sum apud te, et peregrinus sicut omnes patres mei.
13 O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.
Remitte mihi, ut refrigerer priusquam abeam et amplius non ero.]
