9. Dumb was I, op'ning not my mouth,because this work was thine.
10. Thy stroke take from me; by the blowof thine hand I do pine.
11. When with rebukes thou dost correctman for iniquity,Thou wastes his beauty like a moth:sure each man's vanity.
12. Attend my cry, Lord, at my tearsand pray'rs not silent be:I sojourn as my fathers all,and stranger am with thee.
13. O spare thou me, that I my strengthrecover may again,Before from hence I do depart,and here no more remain.