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To the Chief Musician. To Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, "I will guard my ways, Lest I sin with my tongue; I will restrain my mouth with a muzzle, While the wicked are before me."
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I was mute with silence, I held my peace even from good; And my sorrow was stirred up.
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My heart was hot within me; While I was musing, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:
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"Lord, make me to know my end, And what is the measure of my days, That I may know how frail I am.
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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 vapor. Selah
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Surely every man walks about like a shadow; Surely they busy themselves in vain; He heaps up riches, And does not know who will gather them.