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Psalm 39

Common English Bible CEB

1 I promised I would watch my steps so as not to sin with my tongue; promised to keep my mouth shut as long as the wicked were in my presence.

2 So I was completely quiet, silent. I kept my peace, but it did no good. My pain got worse.

3 My heart got hot inside me; while stewing over it, the fire burned. Then I spoke out with my tongue:

4 "Let me know my end, LORD. How many days do I have left? I want to know how brief my time is."

5 You've made my days so short; my lifetime is like nothing in your eyes. Yes, a human life is nothing but a puff of air! Selah

6 Yes, people wander around like shadows; yes, they hustle and bustle, but pointlessly; they don't even know who will get the wealth they've amassed.

7 So now, Lord, what should I be waiting for? My hope is set on you.

8 Deliver me from all my sins; don't make me some foolish person's joke.

9 I am completely silent; I won't open my mouth because you have acted.

10 Get this plague of yours off me! I'm being destroyed by the blows from your fist.

11 You discipline people for their sin, punishing them; like a moth, you ruin what they treasure. Yes, a human life is just a puff of air! Selah

12 Hear my prayer, LORD! Listen closely to my cry for help! Please don't ignore my tears! I'm just a foreigner— an immigrant staying with you, just like all my ancestors were.

13 Look away from me so I can be happy again before I pass away and am gone.

The Message Bible MSG

1 I'm determined to watch steps and tongue so they won't land me in trouble. I decided to hold my tongue as long as Wicked is in the room.

2 "Mum's the word," I said, and kept quiet. But the longer I kept silence The worse it got -

3 my insides got hotter and hotter. My thoughts boiled over; I spilled my guts.

4 "Tell me, what's going on, God? How long do I have to live? Give me the bad news!

5 You've kept me on pretty short rations; my life is string too short to be saved.

6 Oh! we're all puffs of air. Oh! we're all shadows in a campfire. Oh! we're just spit in the wind. We make our pile, and then we leave it.

7 "What am I doing in the meantime, Lord? Hoping, that's what I'm doing - hoping

8 You'll save me from a rebel life, save me from the contempt of dunces.

9 I'll say no more, I'll shut my mouth, since you, Lord, are behind all this.

10 But I can't take it much longer. When you put us through the fire

11 to purge us from our sin, our dearest idols go up in smoke. Are we also nothing but smoke?

12 "Ah, God, listen to my prayer, my cry - open your ears. Don't be callous; just look at these tears of mine. I'm a stranger here. I don't know my way - a migrant like my whole family.

13 Give me a break, cut me some slack before it's too late and I'm out of here."