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me. 39:2 I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my
sorrow was stirred. 39:3 My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned:
then spake I with my tongue, 39:4 LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what
it is: that I may know how frail I am. 39:5 Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is
as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is
altogether vanity. Selah. 39:6 Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: surely they are
disquieted in vain: he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall
gather them. 39:7 And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee. 39:8 Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach
of the foolish. 39:9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou didst it. 39:10 Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of
thine hand. 39:11 When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou
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This note was uploaded on 01/04/2011 for the course CSE 143 taught by Professor Sr during the Spring '08 term at University of Washington.
- Spring '08
- Computer Science