Psalm 39

I Will look to my waies, I said
Lest with my tongue I fin:
My mouth, as with a bridle staid,
I'l carefully hold in.
While wicked men before me stood,
As dumb I spake no word:
I held my peace, yea ev'n from good,
Then was my sorrow stirr'd.
My heart within me waxed hot,
While musing hereabout:
The fire fierce burning ceased not,
At last these words burst out.
Lord make me understand mine end,
And dayes most certain date:
That I may fully apprehend
The frailty of my state.
Lo, thou hast made my dayes a span,
Mine age as nothing deem'd:
Meer vanitie is every man,
At best estate esteem'd.
Sure each man walks in vainest show,
In vaine are mortals vext:
He heaps up wealth, and doth not know
What gath'rer shall come next.

2. Part.
ANd now ô Lord my hope's in thee,
All other hopes forborn:
Forgive my sins, and save thou me
From fools reproach and scorn.
Lo I was dumb, and nothing spoke,
Because the deed was thine:
O Lord revoke from me thy stroke,
Which while I feel I pine.
When thy rebukes man undergo'th
Of sin-chastising pain,
It wasts his beautie like a moth,
Sure every man is vain.
Lord hear my prayer, my cries attend,
Not silent at my tears:
A sojourner my dayes I spend,
As all my fathers theirs.
Mine is a strangers residence,
O spare me Lord, therefore,
Restore my strength, ere I go hence,
And shall be seen no more.