1 For the music director, for Jeduthun, a psalm of David.
2 I said: “I will guard my ways, so I will not sin with my tongue. I will muzzle my mouth while the wicked are before me.”
3 So I became utterly speechless, kept silent even from good, but my anguish was stirred up.
4 My heart was hot within me, while I was musing, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:
5 “Let me know, Adonai, my end and what the number of my days is. Let me know how short-lived I am.
6 Behold, You made my days mere hand-breadths, and my lifetime as nothing before You. Surely all humanity is but vapor. Selah
7 Everyone goes about as a mere phantom. Surely they are making an uproar in vain, heaping up stuff— yet not knowing who will gather it.