Psalms 39

1 To the chanter for Iduthun, a Psalme of Dauid. I sayde: I wyll kepe my wayes that I offende not in my tonge And so I shutte my mouthe whyle the vngodly layed wait for me. 2 I helde my tonge, I was domme, I kept sylence, yea euen from good wordes, but it was payne and grefe to me. 3 My hert was hote within me, and whyle I was thus musyng, the fyre kindled: so that I spake wyth my tong. 4 Lorde, let me knowe myne ende, and the numbre of my dayes: that I may be certified what I want. 5 Behold, thou hast made my dayes a span longe, and my lyfe as it were nothynge before the. O how vayne are all men liuing? Selah 6 Yea euery man walketh as it were a shadow, and disquieth him selfe in vayne: he heapeth vp ryches, and can not tell to whome he gathereth them. 7 And now Lorde wherin shall I comforte me? my hope is in the. 8 Delyuer me from all myne offences, and make me not a scorne vnto the folish. 9 I kepe sylence, and open not my mouthe, for thou hast done it. 10 Turne thy plages awaye fro me, for I am consumed thorow the feare of thy hande. 11 When thou punishest man for sinne. thou chastenest him: so 'fet his beutye consumeth awaye, lyke as it were a moth. O how vayne are al men? Selah. 12 Heare my prayer O Lorde, and consyder my callynge: shewe not thy selfe as though thou sawest not my teares. For I am a straunger and pilgrymme wyth the, as all my forefathers were. 13 Oh spare me a lytle that I may refreshe my selfe, before I goo hence, and be no more sene.