I said to myself, “I will watch what I do and not sin in what I say. I will hold my toungue when the ungodly are around me.” But as I stood there in silence-not even speaking of good things-the turmoil within me grew worse.
The more I thought about about it, the hotter I got, igniting a fire of words: “Lord, remind me how brief my time on Earth will be. Remind me that my days are numbered-how fleeting my life is. You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand. My entire lifetime is just a moment to you; at best, each of us is but a breath.”
We are merely moving shadows, and all our busy rushing ends in nothing. We heap up wealth, not knowing who will spend it. And so, LORD, where do I put my hope? My only hope is in you. Rescue me from my rebellion. Do not let fools mock me. I am silent before You; I won’t say a word, for my punishment is from You.
But please stop striking me! I am exhausted by the blows from Your hand. When You discipline us for our sins, You consume like a moth what is precious to us. Each of us is but a breath. Hear my prayer, O LORD! Listen to my cries for help! Don’t ignore my tears. For I am your guest-a traveler passing through, as my ancestors were before me. Leave me alone so I can smile again before I am gone and exist no more.
From Psalms 39(NLT).