Psalm 39 — Psalms 39:6–11

Surely every man walketh in a vain show;
Surely they are disquieted in vain:
He heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.

And now, Lord, what wait I for?
My hope is in thee.

Deliver me from all my transgressions:
Make me not the reproach of the foolish.

I was dumb, I opened not my mouth;
Because thou didst it.

Remove thy stroke away from me:
I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.

When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity,
Thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth:
Surely every man is vanity.
[Selah