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10 Remove Your stroke away from me; I am consumed by the conflict and the blow of Your hand.

11 When with rebukes You correct and chasten man for sin, You waste his beauty like a moth and what is dear to him consumes away; surely every man is a mere breath. Selah [pause, and think calmly of that]!

12 Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; hold not Your peace at my tears! For I am Your passing guest, a temporary resident, as all my fathers were.

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10 Remove your scourge from me;
    I am overcome by the blow(A) of your hand.(B)
11 When you rebuke(C) and discipline(D) anyone for their sin,
    you consume(E) their wealth like a moth(F)
    surely everyone is but a breath.(G)

12 “Hear my prayer, Lord,
    listen to my cry for help;(H)
    do not be deaf(I) to my weeping.(J)
I dwell with you as a foreigner,(K)
    a stranger,(L) as all my ancestors were.(M)

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