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To the director of Je·duʹthun.*+ A melody of David. 39 I said: “I will guard my ways+ To keep from sinning with my tongue.+ I will set a muzzle as a guard to my own mouth,+ As long as anyone wicked is in front of me.”+ 2 I became speechless with silence;+ I kept quiet from what is good,+ And my being pained was ostracized. 3 My heart grew hot inside me;+ During my sighing the fire kept burning. I spoke with my tongue: 4 “Cause me, O Jehovah, to know my end,+ And the measure of my days—what it is,+ That I may know how transient I am.+ 5 Look! You have made my days just a few;*+ And my life’s duration is as nothing in front of you.+ Surely every earthling man,* though standing firm, is nothing but an exhalation.+ Seʹlah. 6 Surely in a semblance man* walks about.+ Surely they are boisterous in vain.+ One piles up things and does not know who will be gathering them.+ 7 And now for what have I hoped, O Jehovah?* My expectation is toward you.+ 8 From all my transgressions deliver me.+ Do not set me as a reproach of the senseless one.+ 9 I kept speechless;+ I could not open my mouth,+ For you yourself acted.+ 10 Remove from off me your plague.+ Due to the hostility of your hand I myself have come to an end.+ 11 By reproofs against error you have corrected man,*+ And you consume his desirable things just as a moth+ does. Surely every earthling man* is an exhalation.+ Seʹlah. 12 Do hear my prayer, O Jehovah, And to my cry for help do give ear.+ At my tears do not keep silent.+ For I am but an alien resident with you,+ A settler the same as all my forefathers.+ 13 Look away from me, that I may brighten up+ Before I go away and I am not.”+