Psalm 39

Psalm 39: Save me from myself. Lettering by Eric Crow.

Psalm 39

For the Chief Musician. For Jeduthun. A Psalm by David.

I said, “I will watch my ways, so that I don’t sin with my tongue.
I will keep my mouth with a bridle while the wicked is before me.”

I was mute with silence.
I held my peace, even from good.
My sorrow was stirred.

My heart was hot within me.
While I meditated, the fire burned.

I spoke with my tongue:
“Yahweh, show me my end,
what is the measure of my days.
Let me know how frail I am.

Behold, you have made my days hand widths.
My lifetime is as nothing before you.

Surely every man stands as a breath.”

Selah.

“Surely every man walks like a shadow.
Surely they busy themselves in vain.
He heaps up, and doesn’t know who shall gather.

Now, Lord, what do I wait for?
My hope is in you.

Deliver me from all my transgressions.
Don’t make me the reproach of the foolish.

I was mute.
I didn’t open my mouth,
because you did it.

Remove your scourge away from me.
I am overcome by the blow of your hand.

When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity,
You consume his wealth like a moth.

Surely every man is but a breath.”

Selah.

“Hear my prayer, Yahweh, and give ear to my cry.
Don’t be silent at my tears.

For I am a stranger with you,
a foreigner, as all my fathers were.

Oh spare me, that I may recover strength,
before I go away, and exist no more.”

This scripture is from the World English Bible, a copyright free version adapted from the 1901 American Standard Version.

Artist / Eric Crow
Website / typeandverse.com, epcrow.com
Year / 2014
Colophon / Mars Technico 780, Micron pens, Photoshop
Photo credit / Unsplash: Felipe Santana

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