Make Me to Know Mine End

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 man is before me.

²I was mute with silence. I held my peace, even from good, and my sorrow was stirred.

³My heart was hot within me. While I was musing the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:

⁴Jehovah, make me to know my end, and the measure of my days, what it is. Let me know how frail I am.

⁵Behold, thou have made my days as handbreadths, and my life-time is as nothing before thee. Surely every man at his best condition is altogether vanity. Selah.

⁶Surely every man walks in a shadow. Surely they are disquieted in vain. He heaps up, and knows not who shall gather them.

⁷And now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in thee.

⁸Deliver me from all my transgressions. Make me not the reproach of the foolish.

⁹I was mute. I opened not my mouth, because thou did it.

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

¹¹When thou have corrected man with rebukes for iniquity, thou make his beauty to disintegrate like a moth. Surely every man is vanity. Selah.

¹²Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear to my cry. Keep not silent at my tears, for I am a stranger with thee, a sojourner, as all my fathers were.

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