For the Chief Musician.
For Jeduthun.
A Psalm by David.
I said, “I will watch my ways, so that I don’t sin with my tongue.
I will keep my mouth with a bridle while the wicked is before me.”
I was mute with silence.
I held my peace, even from good.
My sorrow was stirred.
My heart was hot within me.
While I meditated, the fire burned.
I spoke with my tongue: “LORD, show me my end, what is the measure of my days.
Let me know how frail I am.