7And now Lord, what wait I for? mine hope is euen in thee.
8Deliuer me from all my transgressions, and make me not a rebuke vnto the foolish.
9I should haue bene dumme, and not haue opened my mouth, because thou didest it.
10Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
11When thou with rebukes doest chastise man for iniquitie, thou as a mothe makest his beautie to consume: surely euery man is vanitie. Selah.