Catholic Public Domain Version
"I spoke with my tongue, “O Lord, make me know my end, and what the number of my days will be, so that I may know what is lacking to me.” "
— Psalms 38:5, Catholic Public Domain Version
“My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.”
“My wounds are loathsome and corrupt, Because of my foolishness. ”
“My wounds are loathsome and corrupt, because of my foolishness.”
“My wounds are infected and starting to smell, because of my foolish sins.”
“I spoke with my tongue: O Lord, make me know my end. And what is the number of my days: that I may know what is wanting to me.”
“My wounds are poisoned and evil-smelling, because of my foolish behaviour.”
“My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.”
I said, “I will keep to my ways, so that I will not offend with my tongue.” I posted a guard at my mouth, when a sinner took up a position against me.
I was silenced and humbled, and I was quiet before good things, and my sorrow was renewed.
My heart grew hot within me, and, during my meditation, a fire would flare up.
I spoke with my tongue, “O Lord, make me know my end, and what the number of my days will be, so that I may know what is lacking to me.”
Behold, you have made my days measurable, and, before you, my substance is as nothing. Yet truly, all things are vanity: every living man.
So then, truly man passes by like an image; even so, he is disquieted in vain. He stores up, and he knows not for whom he will gather these things.
And now, what is it that awaits me? Is it not the Lord? And my substance is with you.