1 <To the chief music-maker. Of Jeduthun. A Psalm. Of David.> I said, I will give attention to my ways, so that my tongue may do no wrong; I will keep my mouth under control, while the sinner is before me.

1 לַמְנַצֵּ֥חַ לִידִיתוּן לִֽידוּת֗וּן מִזְמֹ֥ור לְדָוִֽד׃

2 I made no sound, I said no word, even of good; and I was moved with sorrow.

2 אָמַ֗רְתִּי אֶֽשְׁמְרָ֣ה דְרָכַי֮ מֵחֲטֹ֪וא בִלְשֹׁ֫ונִ֥י אֶשְׁמְרָ֥ה לְפִ֥י מַחְסֹ֑ום בְּעֹ֖ד רָשָׁ֣ע לְנֶגְדִּֽי׃

3 My heart was burning in my breast; while I was deep in thought the fire was lighted; then I said with my tongue,

3 נֶאֱלַ֣מְתִּי ד֭וּמִיָּה הֶחֱשֵׁ֣יתִי מִטֹּ֑וב וּכְאֵבִ֥י נֶעְכָּֽר׃

4 Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.

4 חַם־לִבִּ֨י׀ בְּקִרְבִּ֗י בַּהֲגִיגִ֥י תִבְעַר־אֵ֑שׁ דִּ֝בַּ֗רְתִּי בִּלְשֹֽׁונִי׃

5 You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah.)

5 הֹודִ֘יעֵ֤נִי יְהוָ֨ה׀ קִצִּ֗י וּמִדַּ֣ת יָמַ֣י מַה־הִ֑יא אֵ֝דְעָ֗ה מֶה־חָדֵ֥ל אָֽנִי׃

6 Truly, every man goes on his way like an image; he is troubled for no purpose: he makes a great store of wealth, and has no knowledge of who will get it.

6 הִנֵּ֤ה טְפָחֹ֨ות׀ נָ֘תַ֤תָּה יָמַ֗י וְחֶלְדִּ֣י כְאַ֣יִן נֶגְדֶּ֑ךָ אַ֥ךְ כָּֽל־הֶ֥בֶל כָּל־אָ֝דָ֗ם נִצָּ֥ב סֶֽלָה׃

7 And now, Lord, what am I waiting for? my hope is in you.

7 אַךְ־בְּצֶ֤לֶם׀ יִֽתְהַלֶּךְ־אִ֗ישׁ אַךְ־הֶ֥בֶל יֶהֱמָי֑וּן יִ֝צְבֹּ֗ר וְֽלֹא־יֵדַ֥ע מִי־אֹסְפָֽם׃

8 Make me free from all my sins; do not let me be shamed by the man of evil behaviour.

8 וְעַתָּ֣ה מַה־קִּוִּ֣יתִי אֲדֹנָ֑י תֹּ֝וחַלְתִּ֗י לְךָ֣ הִֽיא׃

9 I was quiet, and kept my mouth shut; because you had done it.

9 מִכָּל־פְּשָׁעַ֥י הַצִּילֵ֑נִי חֶרְפַּ֥ת נָ֝בָ֗ל אַל־תְּשִׂימֵֽנִי׃

10 No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.

10 נֶ֭אֱלַמְתִּי לֹ֣א אֶפְתַּח־פִּ֑י כִּ֖י אַתָּ֣ה עָשִֽׂיתָ׃

11 By the weight of your wrath against man's sin, the glory of his form is wasted away; truly every man is but a breath. (Selah.)

11 הָסֵ֣ר מֵעָלַ֣י נִגְעֶ֑ךָ מִתִּגְרַ֥ת יָ֝דְךָ֗ אֲנִ֣י כָלִֽיתִי׃

12 Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers.

12 בְּֽתֹוכָ֘חֹ֤ות עַל־עָוֹ֨ן׀ יִסַּ֬רְתָּ אִ֗ישׁ וַתֶּ֣מֶס כָּעָ֣שׁ חֲמוּדֹ֑ו אַ֤ךְ הֶ֖בֶל כָּל־אָדָ֣ם סֶֽלָה׃

13 Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.

13 שִֽׁמְעָ֥ה־תְפִלָּתִ֨י׀ יְהוָ֡ה וְשַׁוְעָתִ֨י׀ הַאֲזִינָה֮ אֶֽל־דִּמְעָתִ֗י אַֽל־תֶּ֫חֱרַ֥שׁ כִּ֤י גֵ֣ר אָנֹכִ֣י עִמָּ֑ךְ תֹּ֝ושָׁ֗ב כְּכָל־אֲבֹותָֽי׃