Ps.39.1

I'm determined to watch steps and tongue so they won't land me in trouble. I decided to hold my tongue as long as Wicked is in the room.

Ps.39.1

I said, "I will watch my ways and keep my tongue from sin; I will put a muzzle on my mouth as long as the wicked are in my presence."

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I said, "I will guard my ways, Lest I sin with my tongue; I will restrain my mouth with a muzzle, While the wicked are before me."

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I said to myself, "I will watch what I do and not sin in what I say. I will curb my tongue when the ungodly are around me."

Ps.39.2

"Mum's the word," I said, and kept quiet. But the longer I kept silence The worse it got--

Ps.39.2

But when I was silent and still, not even saying anything good, my anguish increased.

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I was mute with silence, I held my peace even from good; And my sorrow was stirred up.

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But as I stood there in silence--not even speaking of good things--the turmoil within me grew to the bursting point.

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my insides got hotter and hotter. My thoughts boiled over; I spilled my guts.

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My heart grew hot within me, and as I meditated, the fire burned; then I spoke with my tongue:

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My heart was hot within me; While I was musing, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:

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My thoughts grew hot within me and began to burn, igniting a fire of words:

Ps.39.4

"Tell me, what's going on, GOD? How long do I have to live? Give me the bad news!

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"Show me, O LORD, my life's end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting is my life.

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"LORD, make me to know my end, And what is the measure of my days, That I may know how frail I am.

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"LORD, remind me how brief my time on earth will be. Remind me that my days are numbered, and that my life is fleeing away.

Ps.39.5

You've kept me on pretty short rations; my life is string too short to be saved.

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You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Each man's life is but a breath. Selah

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Indeed, You have made my days as handbreadths, And my age is as nothing before You; Certainly every man at his best state is but vapor.Selah

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My life is no longer than the width of my hand. An entire lifetime is just a moment to you; human existence is but a breath."

Ps.39.6

Oh! we're all puffs of air. Oh! we're all shadows in a campfire. Oh! we're just spit in the wind. We make our pile, and then we leave it.

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Man is a mere phantom as he goes to and fro: He bustles about, but only in vain; he heaps up wealth, not knowing who will get it.

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Surely every man walks about like a shadow; Surely they busy themselves in vain; He heaps up riches, And does not know who will gather them.

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We are merely moving shadows, and all our busy rushing ends in nothing. We heap up wealth for someone else to spend.

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"What am I doing in the meantime, Lord? Hoping, that's what I'm doing--hoping

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"But now, Lord, what do I look for? My hope is in you.

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"And now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in You.

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And so, Lord, where do I put my hope? My only hope is in you.

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You'll save me from a rebel life, save me from the contempt of dunces.

Ps.39.8

Save me from all my transgressions; do not make me the scorn of fools.

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Deliver me from all my transgressions; Do not make me the reproach of the foolish.

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Rescue me from my rebellion, for even fools mock me when I rebel.

Ps.39.9

I'll say no more, I'll shut my mouth, since you, Lord, are behind all this.

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I was silent; I would not open my mouth, for you are the one who has done this.

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I was mute, I did not open my mouth, Because it was You who did it.

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I am silent before you; I won't say a word. For my punishment is from you.

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But I can't take it much longer. When you put us through the fire

Ps.39.10

Remove your scourge from me; I am overcome by the blow of your hand.

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Remove Your plague from me; I am consumed by the blow of Your hand.

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Please, don't punish me anymore! I am exhausted by the blows from your hand.

Ps.39.11

to purge us from our sin, our dearest idols go up in smoke. Are we also nothing but smoke?

Ps.39.11

You rebuke and discipline men for their sin; you consume their wealth like a moth- each man is but a breath. Selah

Ps.39.11

When with rebukes You correct man for iniquity, You make his beauty melt away like a moth; Surely every man is vapor.Selah

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When you discipline people for their sins, their lives can be crushed like the life of a moth. Human existence is as frail as breath.

Ps.39.12

"Ah, GOD, listen to my prayer, my cry--open your ears. Don't be callous; just look at these tears of mine. I'm a stranger here. I don't know my way--a migrant like my whole family.

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"Hear my prayer, O LORD, listen to my cry for help; be not deaf to my weeping. For I dwell with you as an alien, a stranger, as all my fathers were.

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"Hear my prayer, O LORD, And give ear to my cry; Do not be silent at my tears; For I am a stranger with You, A sojourner, as all my fathers were.

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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.

Ps.39.13

Give me a break, cut me some slack before it's too late and I'm out of here."

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Look away from me, that I may rejoice again before I depart and am no more."

Ps.39.13

Remove Your gaze from me, that I may regain strength, Before I go away and am no more."

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Spare me so I can smile again before I am gone and exist no more.