To the Chief Musician. To Jeduthun. A Psalm of David.
1 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.”
I held my peace even from good;
And my sorrow was stirred up.
While I was [a]musing, the fire burned.
Then I spoke with my tongue:
And what is the measure of my days,
That I may know how frail I am.
And my age is as nothing before You;
Certainly every man at his best state is but vapor. Selah
Surely they [b]busy themselves in vain;
He heaps up riches,
And does not know who will gather them.
My hope is in You.
Do not make me the reproach of the foolish.
Because it was You who did it.
I am consumed by the blow of Your hand.
You make his beauty melt away like a moth;
Surely every man is vapor. Selah
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.
Before I go away and am no more.”