To the chief singer; to Yeḏuthun,
A psalm of Dawiḏ
1 I have said, “Let me guard my ways
Against sinning with my tongue;
Let me guard my mouth with a muzzle,
While the wicked is before me.”
2 I became dumb, keeping still;
I was silent, from good;
And my pain was stirred.
3 My heart was hot within me;
While I was meditating, the fire burned.
Then I spoke with my tongue:
4 “𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 let me know my end,
And the measure of my days, what it is
Let me know how short-lived I am.
5 “See, You have made my days as handbreadths,
And my lifetime is as naught before You;
Only, all men standing, are all breath. Selah.
6 “As but a shadow each one walks;
They busy themselves, only in vain;
He heaps up,
But knows not who gathers them.
7 “And now, 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄, what do I wait for?
My expectancy is in You.
8 “Deliver me from all my transgressions;
Do not make me the reproach of the foolish.
9 “I was dumb, I did not open my mouth,
Because it was You who did it.
10 “Turn aside Your stroke from me;
I am overcome by the blow of Your hand.
11 “When You chastise man for wickedness with reproofs,
You consume what he loves, like a moth;
All men are but a breath. Selah.
12 “Hear my prayer, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄,
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.
13 “Look away from me,
That I might brighten up,
Before I go away and am no more.”