Yahweh Mekoddishkem, you are the God who sanctifies me. I tried to correct myself. I tried to hold my tongue in the presence of my enemies, but the fire burned within me and I spoke what I shouldn’t. When you disciplined me, you consumed like a moth what was dear to me. O, LORD, make me know the end of my days. What is the measure of them? They are surely fleeting. I am but a few handbreadths; and my life is minuscule before you. Grant that I not store up earthly treasures that someone else gathers. Instead allow my time and efforts be spent on heavenly treasure that moth and rust cannot destroy. I wait on you, LORD. My hope is in you. I exalt you in the name and authority of Jesus, according to your good and perfect will. Amen.
“I am mute; I do not open my mouth, for it is you who have done it.” (Psalm 39:9 ESV)