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	<title>King James Version (1769)</title>
  <subtitle>Psalm chapter 39</subtitle>
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      	<title>Psalm chapter 39</title>
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				I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, while the wicked is before me.
				I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.
				My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then spake I with my tongue,
				LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.
				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.
				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.
				And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.
				Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish.
				I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou didst it.
				Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
				When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. Selah.
				Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
				O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.
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