Psalm 39: I'm a sojourner

I said to You, "I'll be watchful of my ways,
so that I don't sin with my tongue.
I'll curb my mouth while the wicked are before me."

And I was dumb with silence. I held my peace, I had no comfort.
My pain was held in check, my heart was hot within me.
While musing, my fire kindled,
then I spoke.

Make known to me my end,
and the measure of my days, what it is,
that I might know how short-lived I am.

For You have made my days hand-breaths,
and my age is as nothing before You.

What vanity is each person who stands.
Surely we walk but an instant.

For vanity we are in turmoil,
heaping up riches and not knowing who will gather them.
And now, what am I waiting for?

My hope is in You.
Save me from all my ways.

Hear my prayer, give ear to my cry.
don't be silent to my tears.

For I'm but a sojourner here on earth.
A dweller, as were my ancestors.