Catholic Public Domain Version
"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. "
— Psalms 38:7, Catholic Public Domain Version
“For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.”
“For my loins are filled with burning; And there is no soundness in my flesh. ”
“For my waist is filled with burning. There is no soundness in my flesh.”
“For I am overcome with shame and my whole body is sick.”
“Surely man passeth as an image: yea, and he is disquieted in vain. He storeth up: and he knoweth not for whom he shall gather these things.”
“For my body is full of burning; all my flesh is unhealthy.”
“For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.”
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.
Rescue me from all my iniquities. You have handed me over as a reproach to the foolish.
I was silenced, and I did not open my mouth, because it was you who acted.