I was (A)mute [a]and silent,
I [b]refrained even from good,
And my [c]sorrow grew worse.
My (B)heart was hot within me,
While I was musing the fire burned;
Then I spoke with my tongue:
Lord, make me to know (C)my end
And what is the extent of my days;
Let me know how (D)transient I am.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 39:2 Lit with silence
  2. Psalm 39:2 Lit kept silence
  3. Psalm 39:2 Lit pain