Psalm 39:10–13

Remove your stroke from me;

I am spent by the hostility of your hand.

When you discipline a man

with rebukes for sin,

you consume like a moth what is dear to him;

surely all mankind is a mere breath! Selah

“Hear my prayer, O Lord,

and give ear to my cry;

hold not your peace at my tears!

For I am a sojourner with you,

a guest, like all my fathers.

Look away from me, that I may smile again,

before I depart and am no more!”

Remove your scourge from me;

I am overcome by the blow of your hand.

When you rebuke and discipline anyone for their sin,

you consume their wealth like a moth—

surely everyone is but a breath.

“Hear my prayer, Lord,

listen to my cry for help;

do not be deaf to my weeping.

I dwell with you as a foreigner,

a stranger, as all my ancestors were.

Look away from me, that I may enjoy life again

before I depart and am no more.”

Remove your torment from me.

Because of the force of your hand I am finished.

You discipline a person with punishment for iniquity,

consuming like a moth what is precious to him;

yes, every human being is only a vapor.

Selah

“Hear my prayer, Lord,

and listen to my cry for help;

do not be silent at my tears.

For I am here with you as an alien,

a temporary resident like all my ancestors.

Turn your angry gaze from me

so that I may be cheered up

before I die and am gone.”

But please stop striking me!

I am exhausted by the blows from your hand.

When you discipline us for our sins,

you consume like a moth what is precious to us.

Each of us is but a breath.

Interlude

Hear my prayer, O Lord!

Listen to my cries for help!

Don’t ignore my tears.

For I am your guest—

a traveler passing through,

as my ancestors were before me.

Leave me alone so I can smile again

before I am gone and exist no more.

Remove from me your affliction.

By the opposition of your hand I perish.

When with rebukes you chastise a man for sin,

you consume like a moth his delightful things.

Surely everyone is a mere vapor. Selah

Hear my prayer, O Yahweh, and listen to my cry for help;

do not be deaf to my tears.

For I am an alien with you,

a sojourner like all my ancestors.

Look away from me that I may be cheerful,

before I depart and I am no more.

Remove thy stroke away from me:

I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.

When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity,

Thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth:

Surely every man is vanity. Selah.

Hear my prayer, O Lord,

And give ear unto my cry;

Hold not thy peace at my tears:

For I am a stranger with thee,

And a sojourner, as all my fathers were.

O spare me, that I may recover strength,

Before I go hence, and be no more.