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Mute and silent before the wicked,
    I refrain from good things.
But my sorrow increases;
    my heart smolders within me.(A)
In my sighing a fire blazes up,
    and I break into speech:

II

Lord, let me know my end, the number of my days,
    that I may learn how frail I am.

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    my heart grew hot(A) within me.
While I meditated,(B) the fire(C) burned;
    then I spoke with my tongue:

“Show me, Lord, my life’s end
    and the number of my days;(D)
    let me know how fleeting(E) my life is.(F)
You have made my days(G) a mere handbreadth;
    the span of my years is as nothing before you.
Everyone is but a breath,(H)
    even those who seem secure.[a]

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 39:5 The Hebrew has Selah (a word of uncertain meaning) here and at the end of verse 11.