1 To the chief Musician,
2 I was dumb with silence, I held my peace,
3 My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned:
4 LORD
5 Behold, thou hast made my days
6 Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up
7 And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish.
9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou didst
10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
11 When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man
12 Hear my prayer, O
13 O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.