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Make Me Know the Number of My Days

Psalm 39

For the music director, for Jeduthun, a psalm of David.
I said:
“I will guard my ways, so I will not sin with my tongue.
I will muzzle my mouth while the wicked are before me.”
So I became utterly speechless,
kept silent even from good,
but my anguish was stirred up.
My heart was hot within me,
while I was musing, the fire burned.
Then I spoke with my tongue:
“Let me know, Adonai, my end
and what the number of my days is.
Let me know how short-lived I am.
Behold, You made my days mere hand-breadths,
and my lifetime as nothing before You.
Surely all humanity is but vapor. Selah
Everyone goes about as a mere phantom.
Surely they are making an uproar in vain, heaping up stuff—
yet not knowing who will gather it.[a]
And now, my Lord, what do I wait for?
My hope is in You.
Deliver me from all my transgressions.
Do not make me the scorn of a fool.
10 I am speechless, not opening my mouth
—for You have done it.
11 Remove Your scourge from me.
I perish by the blow of Your hand.
12 With rebukes You chasten one for iniquity
and You consume like a moth what he finds pleasure in.
Surely all humanity is but a vapor. Selah
13 Hear my prayer, Adonai,
and listen to my cry—
do not keep silent at my tears.
For with You I am an outsider, a sojourner,
as all my fathers were.
14 Turn your gaze away from me, so I may smile again,
before I go, and am no more.”


  1. Psalm 39:7 cf. Luke 12:20.