Psalms 39:7-11

⁷(39-8) And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope, it is in Thee.

⁸(39-9) Deliver me from all my transgressions; make me not the reproach of the base.

⁹(39-10) I am dumb, I open not my mouth; because Thou hast done it.

¹⁰(39-11) Remove Thy stroke from off me; I am consumed by the blow of Thy hand.

¹¹(39-12) With rebukes dost Thou chasten man for iniquity, and like a moth Thou makest his beauty to consume away; surely every man is vanity. Selah