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	<title>Voice In Wilderness (2006)</title>
  <subtitle>Psalm chapter 39</subtitle>
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      	<title>Psalm chapter 39</title>
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				i1 [To the Chief Musician. Jeduthun. A Psalm of David.] i0 par I said, I will take heed to my ways so that I do not sin with my tongue; I will restrain my mouth with a muzzle while the wicked are before me.
				I was mute with silence; I kept still, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred up. 
				My heart was hot within me; while I was musing, the fire burned; then I spoke with my tongue: 
				O Jehovah, make me to know my end, and what is the measure of my days, that I may know how frail I am. 
				Behold, You have made my days as a handbreadth, and my age is as nothing before You. Surely every man, even though standing tall, is total vanity. Selah. 
				Surely every man walks about like a shadow! Surely they are stirred up in vain. He heaps up the produce, and does not know who shall gather it. 
				And now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in You. 
				Deliver me from all my transgressions; make me not the reproach of the foolish. 
				I was mute, I did not open my mouth; because You have done it. 
				Remove Your stroke away from me; I am destroyed by the blow of Your hand. 
				You correct a man for iniquity with rebukes, and you make his desires vanish away like a moth. Surely every man is vanity. Selah. 
				Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear to my cry. Do not be silent at my tears; for I am a stranger with You, a sojourner, as all my fathers were. 
				Look away from me, that I may regain strength before I go away and be no more. 
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