King James Version KJV
Good News Translation GNT
1 I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, while the wicked is before me.
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I said, "I will be careful about what I do and will not let my tongue make me sin; I will not say anything while evil people are near."
2 I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.
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I kept quiet, not saying a word, not even about anything good! But my suffering only grew worse,
3 My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then spake I with my tongue,
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and I was overcome with anxiety. The more I thought, the more troubled I became; I could not keep from asking:
4 LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.
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"Lord, how long will I live? When will I die? Tell me how soon my life will end."
5 Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.
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How short you have made my life! In your sight my lifetime seems nothing. Indeed every living being is no more than a puff of wind,
6 Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.
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no more than a shadow. All we do is for nothing; we gather wealth, but don't know who will get it.
7 And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.
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What, then, can I hope for, Lord? I put my hope in you.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish.
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Save me from all my sins, and don't let fools make fun of me.
9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou didst it.
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I will keep quiet, I will not say a word, for you are the one who made me suffer like this.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
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Don't punish me any more! I am about to die from your blows.
11 When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. Selah.
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You punish our sins by your rebukes, and like a moth you destroy what we love. Indeed we are no more than a puff of wind!
12 Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
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Hear my prayer, Lord, and listen to my cry; come to my aid when I weep. Like all my ancestors I am only your guest for a little while.
13 O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.
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Leave me alone so that I may have some happiness before I go away and am no more.
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Scripture taken from the Good News Translation - Second Edition, Copyright 1992 by American Bible Society. Used by Permission.