New International Reader's Version

Psalm 39

Psalm 39

For the director of music. For Jeduthun. A psalm of David.

I said, “I will be careful about how I live.
    I will not sin by what I say.
I will keep my mouth closed
    when I am near sinful people.”
So I was completely silent.
    I didn’t even say anything good.
    But the pain inside me grew worse.
My heart was deeply troubled.
    As I thought about what was happening to me,
I became even more troubled.
    Then I spoke out.

I said, “Lord, show me when my life will end.
    Show me how many days I have left.
    Tell me how short my life will be.
You have given me only a few days to live.
    My whole life doesn’t seem like anything to you.
    No one lasts any longer than a breath.
    This is true even for those who feel secure.
People are only shadows as they go here and there.
    They rush around, but it doesn’t mean anything.
    They pile up wealth, but they don’t know who will finally get it.

“Lord, what can I look forward to now?
    You are the only hope I have.
Save me from all the wrong things I’ve done.
    Don’t let foolish people make fun of me.
I keep silent. I don’t open my mouth.
    You are the one who has caused all this to happen.
10 Please stop beating me.
    I’m about to die from the blows of your hand.
11 You correct and punish people for their sin.
    Then, just as a moth eats cloth, you destroy their wealth.
    No one lasts any longer than a breath.

12 Lord, hear my prayer.
    Listen to my cry for help.
    Pay attention to my weeping.
I’m like an outsider in your home.
    I’m just a stranger, like all my family who lived before me.
13 Leave me alone.
    Let me enjoy life again before I die.”

King James Version

Psalm 39

1I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, while the wicked is before me.

I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.

My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then spake I with my tongue,

Lord, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is: that I may know how frail I am.

Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.

Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.

And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.

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

I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou didst it.

10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.

11 When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. Selah.

12 Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.

13 O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.