Psalms 39:8-13 Lord, I am speechless before You. I wii not open my mouth to speak one word of complaint, for my punishment is from You.
¹⁰ Lord, don’t hit me anymore – I am exhausted beneath Your hand. ¹¹ When You punish a man for his sins, he is destroyed, for he is as fragile as a moth infected cloth; yes, man is frail as breath.
¹² Hear my prayer, O Lord; listen to my cry! Don’t sit back, unmindful of my tears. For I am Your guest. I am a traveller passing through the earth, as all my fathers were.
¹³ Spare me, Lord! Let me recover and be filled with happiness again before my death. Amen.