Psalms 39:4-11

⁴Lord, make me to know mine end, And the measure of my days, what it is; That I may know how frail I am.

⁵Behold, thou hast made my days as a handbreadth; And mine age is as nothing before thee: Verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.

⁶Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: Surely they are disquieted in vain: He heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.

⁷And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee.

⁸Deliver me from all my transgressions: Make me not the reproach of the foolish.

⁹I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; Because thou didst it.

¹⁰Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.

¹¹When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, Thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: Surely every man is vanity. Selah.