Psalm 39:7-13

And now, O Lord, what wait I for?
my hope is fixed on thee.
8 Free me from all my trespasses,
the fool’s scorn make not me.
9 Dumb was I, op’ning not my mouth,
because this work was thine.
10 Thy stroke take from me; by the blow
of thine hand I do pine.

11 When with rebukes thou dost correct
man for iniquity,
Thou wastes his beauty like a moth:
sure each man’s vanity.
12 Attend my cry, Lord, at my tears
and prayers not silent be:
I sojourn as my fathers all,
and stranger am with thee.

13 O spare thou me, that I my strength
recover may again,
Before from hence I do depart,
and here no more remain.