Psalms 39:2-9

2I was mute with silence, I held my peace even from good; And my sorrow was stirred up.

3My heart was hot within me; While I was musing, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:

4“Lord, make me to know my end, And what is the measure of my days, That I may know how frail I am.

5Indeed, You have made my days as handbreadths, And my age is as nothing before You; Certainly every man at his best state is but vapor. Selah

6Surely every man walks about like a shadow; Surely they busy themselves in vain; He heaps up riches, And does not know who will gather them.

7“And now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in You.

8Deliver me from all my transgressions; Do not make me the reproach of the foolish.

9I was mute, I did not open my mouth, Because it was You who did it.