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Psalm 39:1-3

A David Psalm

1-3I'm determined to watch steps and tongue so they won't land me in trouble.

I decided to hold my tongue

as long as Wicked is in the room.

"Mum's the word," I said, and kept quiet.

But the longer I kept silence

The worse it got—

my insides got hotter and hotter.

My thoughts boiled over;

I spilled my guts.

4-6"Tell me, what's going on, God?

How long do I have to live?

Give me the bad news!

You've kept me on pretty short rations;

my life is string too short to be saved.

Oh! we're all puffs of air.

Oh! we're all shadows in a campfire.

Oh! we're just spit in the wind.

We make our pile, and then we leave it.