Psalm 39:10-12

New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition

¹⁰Remove your stroke from me;
I am worn down by the blows^[a] of your hand.^(A)

¹¹“You chastise mortals
in punishment for sin,
consuming like a moth what is dear to them;
surely everyone is a mere breath. Selah^(B)

¹²“Hear my prayer, O Lord,
    and give ear to my cry;
    do not hold your peace at my tears.
For I am your passing guest,
    an alien, like all my forebears.^(C)