Psalm 39
King James Version
39 I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, while the wicked is before me.
2 I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.
3 My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then spake I with my tongue,
4 Lord, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is: that I may know how frail I am.
5 Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.
6 Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.
7 And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.
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 it.
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 is vanity. Selah.
12 Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
13 O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.
Psalm 39
New King James Version
Prayer for Wisdom and Forgiveness
To the Chief Musician. To Jeduthun. A Psalm of David.
39 I said, “I will guard my ways,
Lest I sin with my (A)tongue;
I will restrain my mouth with a muzzle,
While the wicked are before me.”
2 (B)I was mute with silence,
I held my peace even from good;
And my sorrow was stirred up.
3 My heart was hot within me;
While I was [a]musing, the fire burned.
Then I spoke with my tongue:
4 “Lord, (C)make me to know my end,
And what is the measure of my days,
That I may know how frail I am.
5 Indeed, You have made my days as handbreadths,
And my age is as nothing before You;
Certainly every man at his best state is but (D)vapor. Selah
6 Surely every man walks about like a shadow;
Surely they [b]busy themselves in vain;
He heaps up riches,
And does not know who will gather them.
7 “And now, Lord, what do I wait for?
My (E)hope is in You.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions;
Do not make me (F)the reproach of the foolish.
9 (G)I was mute, I did not open my mouth,
Because it was (H)You who did it.
10 (I)Remove Your plague from me;
I am consumed by the blow of Your hand.
11 When with rebukes You correct man for iniquity,
You make his beauty (J)melt away like a moth;
Surely every man is vapor. Selah
12 “Hear my prayer, O Lord,
And give ear to my cry;
Do not be silent at my tears;
For I am a stranger with You,
A sojourner, (K)as all my fathers were.
13 (L)Remove Your gaze from me, that I may regain strength,
Before I go away and (M)am no more.”
Footnotes
- Psalm 39:3 meditating
- Psalm 39:6 make an uproar for nothing
Salmos 39
Portuguese New Testament: Easy-to-Read Version
A vida é breve
Ao diretor do coro, Jedutum[a]. Salmo de Davi.
39 Eu disse: “Terei cuidado com o que fizer,
e não pecarei com as minhas palavras;
manterei a minha boca fechada
quando estiver rodeado pelos maus”.
2 Por isso, fiquei calado, sem sequer dizer coisas boas.
Mas me sentia cada vez pior.
3 O meu coração ardia,
e quanto mais pensava, mais quente ficava.
Então eu disse:
4 “SENHOR, fale o que será de mim,
quantos dias ainda viverei.
Deixe-me saber quanto tempo ainda me falta.
5 A vida que me deu é muito curta.
Para o Senhor a minha vida dura poucos dias.
O ser humano não é mais que um sopro. Selah
6 “A vida do ser humano é como uma sombra;
desaparece rapidamente.
Não lhe serve de nada juntar riquezas,
pois não sabe quem é que vai ficar com elas.
7 “E agora, Senhor, que posso esperar?
Só o Senhor é a minha esperança!
8 Salve-me de todos os meus pecados.
Não deixe que os insensatos se riam de mim.
9 Estou calado, não digo nada,
porque foi o Senhor quem me fez sofrer.
10 Pare de me castigar,
estou quase morrendo.
11 O Senhor corrige o homem, castigando-o quando ele peca,
e destrói como a traça aquilo que ele mais gosta.
Na verdade, o ser humano é apenas um sopro. Selah
12 “SENHOR, ouça a minha oração!
Escute os meus lamentos! Não ignore as minhas lágrimas!
Como um estrangeiro nesta terra, eu dependo do Senhor.
Sou um estrangeiro como os meus antepassados.
13 Pare de me castigar,
para que eu possa morrer em paz”.
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