7 And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope [is] in thee.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish.
9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou didst [it].
10 Remove thy stroke away from me; I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
11 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.
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