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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.
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"And now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in You.
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Deliver me from all my transgressions; Do not make me the reproach of the foolish.
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I was mute, I did not open my mouth, Because it was You who did it.
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Remove Your plague from me; I am consumed by the blow of Your hand.
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When with rebukes You correct man for iniquity, You make his beauty melt away like a moth; Surely every man is vapor. Selah
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"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, as all my fathers were.