Psalms 39:4-11

⁴'Cause me to know, O Jehovah, mine end, And the measure of my days — what it is,' I know how frail I am.

⁵Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age is as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity is every man set up. Selah.

⁶Only, in an image doth each walk habitually, Only, in vain, they are disquieted, He heapeth up and knoweth not who gathereth them.

⁷And, now, what have I expected? O Lord, my hope — it is of Thee.

⁸From all my transgressions deliver me, A reproach of the fool make me not.

⁹I have been dumb, I open not my mouth, Because Thou — Thou hast done it.

¹⁰Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.

¹¹With reproofs against iniquity, Thou hast corrected man, And dost waste as a moth his desirableness, Only, vanity is every man. Selah.