Psalms 39
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I will keep my mouth with a bridle while the wicked is before me.”
2
My sorrow was stirred.
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I spoke with my tongue:
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Let me know how frail I am.
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Surely every man stands as a breath.”
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He heaps up, and doesn’t know who shall gather.
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My hope is in you.
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Don’t make me the reproach of the foolish.
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because you did it.
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I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
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Surely every man is but a breath.”
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a foreigner, as all my fathers were.
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before I go away and exist no more.”