PsaumesChapitre 39

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For the choirmaster. For Jeduthun. A psalm of David.
I said, "I will watch my ways so I do not sin with my tongue; I will keep a muzzle on my mouth as long as the wicked are before me."
I was mute in silence; I kept still, even from good, and my pain grew worse.
My heart grew hot within me; as I mused, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:
"Show me, LORD, my end and what the measure of my days is; let me know how fleeting I am.
You have made my days mere handbreadths; my lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely everyone stands as a breath. Selah
Surely everyone walks about as a mere shadow; surely for nothing they bustle about; they heap up wealth and do not know who will gather it.
And now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in you.
Deliver me from all my transgressions; do not make me the scorn of fools.
I am silent; I do not open my mouth, for you are the one who has done it.
Remove your plague from me; I am consumed by the hostility of your hand.
When you discipline a man with rebukes for sin, you consume like a moth what he treasures. Surely everyone is but a breath. Selah
Hear my prayer, LORD, and listen to my cry for help; do not be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a sojourner, like all my fathers.
Look away from me, that I may find relief, before I depart and am no more."