1I said to myself, “I will watch what I do
and not sin in what I say.
I will hold my tongue
when the ungodly are around me.”
2But as I stood there in silence—
not even speaking of good things—
the turmoil within me grew worse.
3The more I thought about it,
the hotter I got,
igniting a fire of words:
4“LORD, remind me how brief my time on earth will be.
Remind me that my days are numbered—
how fleeting my life is.
5You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand.
My entire lifetime is just a moment to you;
at best, each of us is but a breath.”
Interlude
6We are merely moving shadows,
and all our busy rushing ends in nothing.
We heap up wealth,
not knowing who will spend it.
7And so, Lord, where do I put my hope?
My only hope is in you.
8Rescue me from my rebellion.
Do not let fools mock me.
9I am silent before you; I won’t say a word,
for my punishment is from you.
10But please stop striking me!
I am exhausted by the blows from your hand.
11When you discipline us for our sins,
you consume like a moth what is precious to us.
Each of us is but a breath.
Interlude
12Hear my prayer, O LORD!
Listen to my cries for help!
Don’t ignore my tears.
For I am your guest—
a traveler passing through,
as my ancestors were before me.
13Leave me alone so I can smile again
before I am gone and exist no more. (NLT)
Around 9 years ago, Jilly and I discovered ‘Tennants’, a major auction house in nearby Leyburn. It is always interesting to see the various items that are going to be sold off. On occasions these will be the full contents of some great country house. Early on we commented to each other as to how salutary this is. Here on display is, in effect, someone’s life. They have valued these treasures but now have no further use for them. They have had to leave them behind.
There is a story told about two ladies who were talking about a rich man who had died. ‘How much did he leave?’ asked one. ‘Everything!’ replied the other.
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. (The Message)
Life is very short, even when it is long. As my dad was getting older he said, ‘You look back and wonder, ”Where did it all go?” ‘ The older I get, the more I identify with his words. We are wise to look our mortality in the face, and live seriously and soberly in the light of it. As someone said, ‘Death is the ultimate statistic; one out of one dies!’
”Teach us to realize the brevity of life, so that we may grow in wisdom.” Ps.90:12 (”Teach us how short our life is, so that we may become wise.” Good News Translation)
Warren Wiersbe’s simple summary of this Psalm is helpful:
‘When wicked men came to visit him in his sickness, David tried to be silent before them (Matt.7:6). But he finally had to speak and remind himself and them that man was frail and life was short. Life is only a hand-breadth long, a vapor that comes and goes (James 4:14) and a mere shadow. We are strangers and sojourners (v.12) and the journey is not a long one. Why gather riches when you cannot take them with you when you go?’