Mission of St. Clare logo Psalm 39 Dixi, custodiam

I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I offend not in my tongue

I will keep my mouth as it were with a bridle, while the ungodly is in my sight

I held my tongue, and spoke 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 spoke 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

I became dumb, and opened not my mouth;
for it was thy doing

Take thy plague away from me;
I am even consumed by the means of thy heavy hand

When thou with rebukes dost chasten man for sin, thou makest his beauty to consume away, like as it were a moth fretting a garment;
every man therefore is but vanity

Hear my prayer, O Lord, and with thine ears consider my calling;
hold not thy peace at my tears

For I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were

O spare me a little, that I may recover my strength, before I go hence, and be no more seen