Add parallel Print Page Options

I was dumb [with] silence, I kept silent from good, and my pain is excited.

Hot [is] my heart within me, In my meditating doth the fire burn, I have spoken with my tongue.

`Cause me to know, O Jehovah, mine end, And the measure of my days -- what it [is],' I know how frail I [am].

Read full chapter

So I remained utterly silent,(A)
    not even saying anything good.
But my anguish(B) increased;
    my heart grew hot(C) within me.
While I meditated,(D) the fire(E) burned;
    then I spoke with my tongue:

“Show me, Lord, my life’s end
    and the number of my days;(F)
    let me know how fleeting(G) my life is.(H)

Read full chapter