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- Chapter 39 -

I will take heed to my ways

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Unto the end. For Jeduthun himself. A Canticle of David.
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I said, “I will keep to my ways, so that I will not offend with my tongue.” I posted a guard at my mouth, when a sinner took up a position against me.
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I was silenced and humbled, and I was quiet before good things, and my sorrow was renewed.
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My heart grew hot within me, and, during my meditation, a fire would flare up.
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I spoke with my tongue, “O Lord, make me know my end, and what the number of my days will be, so that I may know what is lacking to me.”
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Behold, you have made my days measurable, and, before you, my substance is as nothing. Yet truly, all things are vanity: every living man.
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So then, truly man passes by like an image; even so, he is disquieted in vain. He stores up, and he knows not for whom he will gather these things.
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And now, what is it that awaits me? Is it not the Lord? And my substance is with you.
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Rescue me from all my iniquities. You have handed me over as a reproach to the foolish.
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I was silenced, and I did not open my mouth, because it was you who acted.
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Remove your scourges from me.
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I fall short at corrections from the strength of your hand. For you have chastised man for iniquity. And you have made his soul shrink away like a spider. Nevertheless, it is in vain that any man be disquieted.
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O Lord, heed my prayer and my supplication. Pay attention to my tears. Do not be silent. For I am a newcomer with you, and a sojourner, just as all my fathers were.
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Forgive me, so that I may be refreshed, before I will go forth and be no more.

I will take heed to my ways

1
I said, “I will watch my ways, so that I don’t sin with my tongue. I will keep my mouth with a bridle while the wicked is before me.”
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I was mute with silence. I held my peace, even from good. My sorrow was stirred.
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My heart was hot within me. While I meditated, the fire burned. I spoke with my tongue:
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“LORD, show me my end, what is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.
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Behold, you have made my days hand widths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath.” Selah.
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Surely every man walks like a shadow. Surely they busy themselves in vain. He heaps up, and doesn’t know who shall gather.
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Now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in you.
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Deliver me from all my transgressions. Don’t make me the reproach of the foolish.
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I was mute. I didn’t open my mouth, because you did it.
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Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
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When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, you consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath.” Selah.
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“Hear my prayer, LORD, and give ear to my cry. Don’t be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were.
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Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away and exist no more.”