I said
“I do not want to sin with my tongue.”

See, my days are like a hand’s
width before you. My lifetime is
as nothing before you.
Every man is as nothing.
They busy themselves in vain, collect,
and do not know who shall gather.
Now, Lord, what do I wait for?
When you rebuke and correct a man,
oh Lord, you consume his wealth
like a moth consumes a robe.
For I am but a breath to you;
spare me so that I may recover strength,
before I go away and exist no more.