PSALM 39*
The Vanity of Life
I
lest I sin with my tongue;
I will keep a muzzle on my mouth.”
I refrain from good things.
But my sorrow increases;
In my sighing a fire blazes up,
and I break into speech:
II
that I may learn how frail I am.
indeed, my life is as nothing before you.
Every man is but a breath.c
Selah
III
they hurry about, although in vain;
he heaps up stores without knowing for whom.
You are my only hope.
let me not be the taunt of fools.
because you are the one who did this.
I am ravaged by the touch of your hand.
like a moth you consume his treasures.
Every man is but a breath.
Selah
do not be deaf to my weeping!
For I am with you like a foreigner,
a refugee, like my ancestors.d
before I depart to be no more.
* [Psalm 39] The lament of a mortally ill person who at first had resolved to remain silently submissive (Ps 39:2–4). But the grief was too much and now the psalmist laments the brevity and vanity of life (Ps 39:5–7), yet remaining hopeful (Ps 39:8–10). The psalmist continues to express both acceptance of the illness and hope for healing in Ps 39:11–13.
a. [39:1] 1 Chr 16:41; Ps 62:1; 77:1.
c. [39:6] Ps 62:10; 90:9–10; 144:4; Jb 7:6, 16; 14:1, 5; Eccl 6:12; Wis 2:5.
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