Psalm 39
The Vanity Of Life.
To the Chief Musician; for Jeduthun. A Psalm of David.
That I may not sin with my tongue;
I will muzzle my mouth
While the wicked are in my presence.”
I refrained even from good,
And my distress grew worse.
While I was musing the fire burned;
Then I spoke with my tongue:
And [to appreciate] the extent of my days;
Let me know how frail I am [how transient is my stay here].
And my lifetime is as nothing in Your sight.
Surely every man at his best is a mere breath [a wisp of smoke, a vapor that vanishes]! Selah.
Surely they make an uproar for nothing;
Each one builds up riches, not knowing who will receive them.
My hope [my confident expectation] is in You.
Do not make me the scorn and reproach of the [self-righteous, arrogant] fool.
Because it is You who has done it.
I am wasting away because of the conflict and opposition of Your hand.
You consume like a moth what is precious to him;
Surely every man is a mere breath [a wisp of smoke, a vapor that vanishes]. Selah.
Do not be silent at my tears;
For I am Your temporary guest,
A sojourner like all my fathers.
Before I depart and am no more.”