I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.

My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then spake I with my tongue,

Lord, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is: that I may know how frail I am.

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I was (A)mute [a]and silent,
I [b]refused to say even something good,
And my pain was stirred up.
My (B)heart was hot within me,
While I was musing the fire burned;
Then I spoke with my tongue:
Lord, let me know (C)my end,
And what is the extent of my days;
Let me know how (D)transient I am.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 39:2 Lit with silence
  2. Psalm 39:2 Lit was silent from good