1 Magistro chori, Idithun. PSALMUS. David.
2 Dixi: "Custodiam vias meas, ut non delinquam in lingua mea; ponam ori meo custodiam, donec consistit peccator adversum me".
3 Tacens obmutui et silui absque ullo bono, et dolor meus renovatus est.
4 Concaluit cor meum intra me, et in meditatione mea exarsit ignis.
5 Locutus sum in lingua mea: "Notum fac mihi, Domine, finem meum; et numerum dierum meorum quis est, ut sciam quam brevis sit vita mea".
6 Ecce paucorum palmorum fecisti dies meos, et spatium vitae meae tamquam nihilum ante te. Etenim universa vanitas omnis homo constitutus est.
7 Etenim ut imago pertransit homo. Etenim vanitas est et concitatur; thesaurizat et ignorat quis congregabit ea.
8 Et nunc quae est exspectatio mea, Domine? Spes mea apud te est.
9 Ab omnibus iniquitatibus meis erue me, opprobrium insipienti ne ponas me.
10 Obmutui et non aperiam os meum, quoniam tu fecisti.
11 Amove a me plagas tuas: ab ictu manus tuae ego defeci.
12 In increpationibus, propter iniquitatem, corripuisti hominem, et tabescere fecisti, sicut tinea, desiderabilia eius. Etenim vanitas omnis homo.
13 Exaudi orationem meam, Domine, et clamorem meum auribus percipe. Ad lacrimas meas ne obsurdescas, quoniam advena ego sum apud te, peregrinus sicut omnes patres mei.
14 Avertere a me, ut refrigerer, priusquam abeam et non sim amplius.
King James Version
To the chief Musician, even to Jeduthun, A Psalm of David.
1 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.