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.
12. Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear unto my cry; Hold not thy peace at my tears: For I am a stranger with thee, A sojourner, as all my fathers were.
13. Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go hence, and be no more.