7Surely 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.
8And now what is my hope? is it not the Lord? and my substance is with thee.
9Deliver thou me from all my iniquities: thou hast made me a reproach to the fool.
10I was dumb, and I opened not my mouth, because thou hast done it.
11Remove thy scourges from me. The strength of thy hand hath made me faint in rebukes: