I will keep my mouth as it were with a bridle: while the ungodly
is in my sight.
I held my tongue, and spake nothing: I kept silence, yea, even
from good words; but it was pain and grief to me.
My heart was hot within me, and while I was thus musing the fire
kindled: and at the last I spake with my tongue;
Lord, let me know mine end, and the number of my days: that I may
be certified how long I have to live.
Behold, thou hast made my days as it were a span long: and mine
age is even as nothing in respect of thee; and verily every man
living is altogether vanity.
For man walketh in a vain shadow, and disquieteth himself in vain:
he heapeth up riches, and cannot tell who shall gather them.
And now, Lord, what is my hope: truly my hope is even in thee.
Deliver me from all mine offences: and make me not a rebuke unto
the foolish.