New Living Translation NLT
Young's Literal Translation YLT
1 I said to myself, “I will watch what I do and not sin in what I say. I will hold my tongue when the ungodly are around me.”
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To the Overseer, to Jeduthun. -- A Psalm of David. I have said, `I observe my ways, Against sinning with my tongue, I keep for my mouth a curb, while the wicked [is] before me.'
2 But as I stood there in silence— not even speaking of good things— the turmoil within me grew worse.
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I was dumb [with] silence, I kept silent from good, and my pain is excited.
3 The more I thought about it, the hotter I got, igniting a fire of words:
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Hot [is] my heart within me, In my meditating doth the fire burn, I have spoken with my tongue.
4 “ LORD, remind me how brief my time on earth will be. Remind me that my days are numbered— how fleeting my life is.
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`Cause me to know, O Jehovah, mine end, And the measure of my days -- what it [is],' I know how frail I [am].
5 You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand. My entire lifetime is just a moment to you; at best, each of us is but a breath.” Interlude
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Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age [is] as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity [is] every man set up. Selah.
6 We are merely moving shadows, and all our busy rushing ends in nothing. We heap up wealth, not knowing who will spend it.
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Only, in an image doth each walk habitually, Only, [in] vain, they are disquieted, He heapeth up and knoweth not who gathereth them.
7 And so, Lord, where do I put my hope? My only hope is in you.
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And, now, what have I expected? O Lord, my hope -- it [is] of Thee.
8 Rescue me from my rebellion. Do not let fools mock me.
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From all my transgressions deliver me, A reproach of the fool make me not.
9 I am silent before you; I won’t say a word, for my punishment is from you.
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I have been dumb, I open not my mouth, Because Thou -- Thou hast done [it].
10 But please stop striking me! I am exhausted by the blows from your hand.
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Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
11 When you discipline us for our sins, you consume like a moth what is precious to us. Each of us is but a breath. Interlude
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With reproofs against iniquity, Thou hast corrected man, And dost waste as a moth his desirableness, Only, vanity [is] every man. Selah.
12 Hear my prayer, O LORD ! Listen to my cries for help! Don’t ignore my tears. For I am your guest— a traveler passing through, as my ancestors were before me.
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Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, And [to] my cry give ear, Unto my tear be not silent, For a sojourner I [am] with Thee, A settler like all my fathers.
13 Leave me alone so I can smile again before I am gone and exist no more.
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Look from me, and I brighten up before I go and am not!