7And now which is mine abiding? whether not the Lord? and my substance is at thee.
8Deliver thou me from all my wickednesses; thou hast given me as a shame to the unknowing.
9I was dumb, and opened not my mouth; for thou hast made this happen,
10remove thou thy wounds from me. From the strength of thine hand I failed in blamings;
11for wickedness thou hast chastised a man. And thou madest his life to fail as a spider; nevertheless each man is troubled in vain.
12Lord, hear thou my prayer, and my beseeching; perceive thou with ears my tears. Be thou not still, for I am a comeling with thee; and a pilgrim, as all my fathers.