7 Now, Lord, what do I wait for? My hope is in you.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions. Don't make me the reproach of the foolish.
9 I was mute. I didn't open my mouth, Because you did it.
10 Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
11 When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, You consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath.' Selah.
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