1 To the excellent musician Ieduthun. A Psalme of Dauid. I thought, I will take heede to my wayes, that I sinne not with my tongue: I will keepe my mouth brideled, while the wicked is in my sight. VP
2 I was dumme & spake nothing: I kept silece euen from good, and my sorow was more stirred. VP
3 Mine heart was hote within me, and while I was musing, the fire kindeled, and I spake with my tongue, saying, VP
4 Lord, let me know mine ende, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: let mee knowe howe long I haue to liue. VP
5 Beholde, thou hast made my dayes as an hand breadth, and mine age as nothing in respect of thee: surely euery man in his best state is altogether vanitie. Selah. VP
6 Doubtlesse man walketh in a shadowe, and disquieteth himselfe in vaine: he heapeth vp riches, and cannot tell who shall gather them. VP
7 And now Lord, what wait I for? mine hope is euen in thee. VP
8 Deliuer me from all my transgressions, and make me not a rebuke vnto the foolish. VP
9 I should haue bene dumme, and not haue opened my mouth, because thou didest it. VP
10 Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand. VP
11 When thou with rebukes doest chastise man for iniquitie, thou as a mothe makest his beautie to consume: surely euery man is vanitie. Selah. VP
12 Heare my prayer, O Lord, & hearken vnto my cry: keepe not silence at my teares, for I am a strager with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers. VP
13 Stay thine anger from me, that I may recouer my strength, before I go hence and be not. VP