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I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred (39:2) My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then spake I with my tongue (39:3) Lord, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am (39:4) 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 (39:5) Surely every man walketh in a vain show: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them (39:6) And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee (39:7) Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish (39:8) I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou didst it (39:9) Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand (39:10) 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 (39:11) 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 (39:12) O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more
(39:13)
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