Chapter 39: Chapter
1 For the mother of the artists. Lied and Thu N۔ Psalms of David, I said, “Guard my way from error with my tongue.” I will guard my mouth as I speak it.
2 I have remained silent, I have remained silent about goodness, so you may be moved and hungry.
3 Heat the frying pan in the air. When I spoke, the fire caught fire. I spoke with my tongue.
4 Make known to me, O Lord, that it is coming, and how much it is. I have no knowledge of how much it is. I am, my Lord, that it is coming. How much is it? How much is it? Learn how much I am rubbish.
5 Here I have made my young men and my life as nothing, and they have preceded you. Indeed, every human being is a deception. He has been made Selah
6 Indeed, he is like a camel that walks unless you testify. They became deaf and angry. It will be left behind, and I don't know who will join it.
7 And as long as you look at God? Raja, that is, in you, he.
8 Save me from all together. Don't make me a slave when it's time.
9 Silence. I don't open my mouth because you did.
10 Remove from me your harm. Because of the strength of your hand, I have been defeated.
11 You have already disciplined man for his iniquity. You are consumed like a moth.