PSALMVS XXXVIII — DIXI CVSTODIAM
Prayer Text
LATINE
Dixi: Custodiam vias meas: ut non delinquam in lingua mea. Posui ori meo custodiam, cum consisteret peccator adversum me.
Obmutui, et humiliatus sum, et silui a bonis: et dolor meus renovatus est.
Concaluit cor meum intra me: et in meditatione mea exardescet ignis.
Locutus sum in lingua mea: Notum fac mihi, Domine, finem meum. Et numerum dierum meorum quis est: ut sciam quid desit mihi.
Ecce mensurabiles posuisti dies meos: et substantia mea tamquam nihilum ante te. Verumtamen universa vanitas: omnis homo vivens.
Verumtamen in imagine pertransit homo: sed et frustra conturbatur. Thesaurizat: et ignorat cui congregabit ea.
Et nunc quae est expectatio mea? nonne Dominus? et substantia mea apud te est.
Ab omnibus iniquitatibus meis erue me: opprobrium insipienti dedisti me.
Obmutui, et non aperui os meum, quoniam tu fecisti:
Amove a me plagas tuas. A fortitudine manus tuae ego defeci in increpationibus:
Propter iniquitatem corripuisti hominem. Et tabescere fecisti sicut araneam animam eius: verumtamen vane conturbatur omnis homo.
Exaudi orationem meam, Domine, et deprecationem meam: auribus percipe lacrimas meas. Ne sileas: quoniam advena ego sum apud te, et peregrinus, sicut omnes patres mei.
Remitte mihi, ut refrigerer priusquam abeam, et amplius non ero.
ENGLISH
I said: I will take heed to my ways: that I sin not with my tongue. I have set a guard to my mouth, when the sinner stood against me.
I was dumb, and was humbled, and kept silence from good things: and my sorrow was renewed.
My heart grew hot within me: and in my meditation a fire shall flame out.
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.
Behold thou hast made my days measurable: and my substance is as nothing before thee. And indeed all things are vanity: every man living.
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.
And now what is my hope? is it not the Lord? and my substance is with thee.
Deliver me from all my iniquities: thou hast made me a reproach to the fool.
I was dumb, and I opened not my mouth, because thou hast done it.
Remove thy scourges from me. The strength of thy hand hath made me faint in rebukes:
Thou hast corrected man for iniquity. And thou hast made his soul to waste away like a spider: surely in vain is any man disquieted.
Hear my prayer, O Lord, and my supplication: give ear to my tears. Be not silent: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner as all my fathers were.
O forgive me, that I may be refreshed, before I go hence, and be no more.
Liturgical Notes
NOTA
FONS
Douay-Rheims / Vulgata