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10 But please stop striking me!
    I am exhausted by the blows from your hand.
11 When you discipline us for our sins,
    you consume like a moth what is precious to us.
    Each of us is but a breath. Interlude

12 Hear my prayer, O Lord!
    Listen to my cries for help!
    Don’t ignore my tears.
For I am your guest—
    a traveler passing through,
    as my ancestors were before me.

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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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