To keep from sinning with my tongue.+
I will set a muzzle as a guard to my own mouth,+
As long as anyone wicked is in front of me.”+
2 I became speechless with silence;+
I kept quiet from what is good,+
And my being pained was ostracized.
3 My heart grew hot inside me;+
During my sighing the fire kept burning.
I spoke with my tongue:
4 “Cause me, O Jehovah, to know my end,+
And the measure of my days—what it is,+
That I may know how transient I am.+
And my life’s duration is as nothing in front of you.+
Surely they are boisterous in vain.+
One piles up things and does not know who will be gathering them.+
And you consume his desirable things just as a moth+ does.
12 Do hear my prayer, O Jehovah,
And to my cry for help do give ear.+
At my tears do not keep silent.+
For I am but an alien resident with you,+
A settler the same as all my forefathers.+