so that I do not sin with my tongue.
I will keep my mouth with a bridle
while the wicked is before me.”
I held my peace, even from good.
My sorrow was stirred up.
While I meditated, the fire burned;
I spoke with my tongue:
what is the measure of my days.
Let me know how frail I am.
My lifetime is as nothing before you.
Surely every man stands as a breath.” Selah.
Surely they busy themselves in vain.
He heaps up and does not know who will gather.
My hope is in you.
Do not make me the reproach of the foolish.
because you did it.
I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
You consume his wealth like a moth.
Surely every man is but a breath.” Selah.
and give ear to my cry.
Do not be silent at my tears.
For I am a stranger with you,
a foreigner, as all my fathers were.
before I go away and exist no more.”