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La fragilità dell'uomo

39 (A)Al direttore del coro. Per Iedutun. Salmo di *Davide.
Io dicevo: «Vigilerò sulla mia condotta
per non peccare con le mie parole;
metterò un freno alla mia bocca,
finché l'empio mi starà davanti».

Come un muto sono stato in silenzio,
ho taciuto senz'averne bene;
anzi, il mio dolore s'è inasprito.

Il mio cuore ardeva dentro di me;
mentre meditavo, un fuoco s'è acceso;
allora la mia lingua ha parlato.

O Signore, fammi conoscere la mia fine
e quale sia la misura dei miei giorni.
Fa' ch'io sappia quanto sono fragile.

Ecco, tu hai ridotto la mia esistenza alla lunghezza di qualche palmo,
la mia durata è come nulla davanti a te;
certo, ogni uomo, benché saldo in piedi, non è che vanità. [Pausa]

Certo, l'uomo va e viene come
un'ombra;
certo, s'affanna per quel ch'è vanità;
egli accumula ricchezze, senza sapere
chi le raccoglierà.

E ora, o Signore, che aspetto?
La mia speranza è in te.

Liberami da tutti i miei peccati;
non abbandonarmi agli scherni
dello stolto.

Sto in silenzio, non aprirò bocca,
perché sei tu che hai agito.

10 Allontana da me il tuo flagello!
Io mi consumo sotto i colpi della tua
mano.

11 Castigando la sua *iniquità tu
correggi l'uomo,
distruggi come tarlo quel che ha di piú caro;
certo, ogni uomo non è che vanità.
[Pausa]

12 O Signore, ascolta la mia preghiera,
porgi orecchio al mio grido;
non essere insensibile alle mie lacrime;
poiché io sono uno straniero davanti
a te,
un pellegrino, come tutti i miei padri.

13 Distogli il tuo sguardo,
perché io respiri,
prima di andarmene e scomparire.

Psalm 39

For Jeduthun, the choir director: A psalm of David.

I said to myself, “I will watch what I do
    and not sin in what I say.
I will hold my tongue
    when the ungodly are around me.”
But as I stood there in silence—
    not even speaking of good things—
    the turmoil within me grew worse.
The more I thought about it,
    the hotter I got,
    igniting a fire of words:
Lord, remind me how brief my time on earth will be.
    Remind me that my days are numbered—
    how fleeting my life is.
You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand.
    My entire lifetime is just a moment to you;
    at best, each of us is but a breath.” Interlude

We are merely moving shadows,
    and all our busy rushing ends in nothing.
We heap up wealth,
    not knowing who will spend it.
And so, Lord, where do I put my hope?
    My only hope is in you.
Rescue me from my rebellion.
    Do not let fools mock me.
I am silent before you; I won’t say a word,
    for my punishment is from you.
10 But please stop striking me!
    I am exhausted by the blows from your hand.
11 When you discipline us for our sins,
    you consume like a moth what is precious to us.
    Each of us is but a breath. Interlude

12 Hear my prayer, O Lord!
    Listen to my cries for help!
    Don’t ignore my tears.
For I am your guest—
    a traveler passing through,
    as my ancestors were before me.
13 Leave me alone so I can smile again
    before I am gone and exist no more.

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.

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.

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.

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.

And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.

Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish.

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.