To the conductor. To Jeduthun. A melody of David.1I said, "I will keep my ways from sinning with my tongue; I will keep a muzzle on my lip while the wicked is before me."2I became dumb with silence; I kept silent from good, and my pain was stirred.3My heart grew warm within me; while I meditated, fire began to burn; I spoke with my tongue.4Make my end known to me, O the LORD, and the measure of my days—what it is—so that I may know how fleeting I am.5Behold, you have made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is nothing before you; surely every person, though standing, is altogether vanity. Selah.6Surely man walks about as an image; surely they roar after vanity; he heaps up, yet he does not know who will gather them.7And now, what have I waited for? My hope is in you, O Lord.8Rescue me from all my transgressions; do not make me the reproach of a fool.9I was dumb; I will not open my mouth, because you have done it.10Remove your plague from me; from the strife of your hand I am consumed.11With rebukes for iniquity you discipline a man, and you consume what he desires like a moth; surely every person is vanity. Selah.12Hear my prayer, O the LORD, and listen to my cry; give ear to my tears; do not be silent, for I am a sojourner with you, a sojourner like all my fathers.13Look away from me, that I may be cheerful before I depart and am no more.