Psalm 39

I will watch my ways And keep my tongue from sin I will put a muzzle on my mouth While in the presence of the wicked So I remained Utterly silent Not even saying something worthwhile But my anguish increased My heart grew hot within me I meditated, the fire burned The fire burned, until I spoke with my tongue Show me, Lord, my life's end And the number of my days Let me know how fleeting my life is Everybody goes around like a mere phantom In vain they rush about (In vain they) But now, Lord, what do I look for? Do not make me the scorn of fools When anyone sins, you consume them like a moth Surely we are but a breath Hear my prayer, Lord For I dwell with you as a stranger Look away from me For you are the one who has done this