Page 73 - Your Extravagant Kindness

Psalm 39

I've said, I observe my ways,
wickedness tempts me.
I keep my mouth guarded
against sinning by what I say.

I was silent and still.
I held my peace to no avail.

My pain was intense,
my mind raged,
my inmost thoughts blazed.

Then I spoke aloud,
My Guardian, let me know how long I have.
What is the measure of my days?

Remind me how fleeting my life is.

You have made my life,
it is a few hand spans long,

its length is as nothing in your sight;
no one endures without your breath.

Mortals walk about as mere shadows
they are disquieted by futility,
yet they hoard without understanding
who or what matters.

And now, my Guardian,
what are my expectations?

You. You are my hope.
Deliver me from my transgressions,
don't let the foolish scorn me.

I am silent now. I do not open my mouth.
All is your doing.