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Psalm 39:1-13

The Measure of My Days

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The Measure of My Days

Psalm 39:1-13

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This song belongs to the Psalms collection. One recording is available to play here, with the complete lyrics below.

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I told myself I would watch how I go, That I would not sin with my tongue. I said I would keep a bridle on my mouth While people who do wrong are standing in front of me. So I went quiet. I said nothing at all, Not even the good I could have said, And the ache in me only got worse. My heart went hot inside me; The longer I turned it over, the more it burned, And then I did speak. Lord, let me know how this ends, And what the measure of my days is, So I can see how easily I break. You have made my days the width of a hand; Beside You my whole age is nothing at all. Every man goes about like a shape thrown on a wall. All the noise is for nothing. He piles up what he owns And has no idea who will come and gather it. And now, Lord, what am I waiting for? What I am hoping for is You. Get me out from under everything I have done wrong; Do not leave me as the joke of fools. I went silent, I did not open my mouth, Because this was Your doing. Hear my prayer, Lord, and listen when I call; Do not stay silent while I am crying. I am a stranger here with You, Passing through, the way all my fathers were. Let me be, and let me get my strength back, Before I go on and am not here any more.

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Psalms 39: The guarded tongue that finally speaks

Psalm 39 begins with disciplined silence and discovers that silence can burn. The Book of Psalms places a bridle on the speaker's mouth while the wicked are present, but restraint expands until even good speech is withheld and sorrow heats the heart. When the words finally break through, they are directed to God and ask for the measure of a life. A handbreadth, a vain show, gathered riches with an unknown heir, and beauty consumed like a moth all expose how little permanence human beings can manufacture. Yet the psalm does not stop at reflection on mortality. The speaker confesses transgressions, acknowledges God's correcting hand, and still asks that the stroke be removed. Submission and protest remain close together. Finally, tears become part of the prayer. Calling himself a stranger and sojourner with God, the speaker asks for enough respite to recover strength before he goes away.

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