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2I was mute with silence, I held my peace, even from good; And my sorrow was stirred.
3My heart was hot within me; While I was musing the fire burned:
4Yahweh, make me to know mine end,
5Behold, thou hast made my days [as] handbreadths; And my life-time is as nothing before thee:
6Surely every man walketh in a vain show; Surely they are disquieted in vain:
7And now, Lord, what wait I for?
8Deliver me from all my transgressions:
9I was mute, I opened not my mouth; Because thou didst it.
10Remove thy stroke away from me:
11When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity,
12Hear my prayer, O Yahweh, and give ear unto my cry; Hold not thy peace at my tears:
13Oh spare me, that I may recover strength,