Psalm 39:11

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When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. Selah.

O Lord, be not bitter with me in your wrath; let not your hand be on me in the heat of your passion.

That this man is to be handed over to Satan for the destruction of the flesh, so that his spirit may have forgiveness in the day of the Lord Jesus.

For this cause a number of you are feeble and ill, and a number are dead.

For the Lord sends punishment on his loved ones; everyone whom he takes as his son has experience of his rod.

To all those who are dear to me, I give sharp words and punishment: then with all your heart have sorrow for your evil ways.

How much more those living in houses of earth, whose bases are in the dust! They are crushed more quickly than an insect;

Though a man comes to nothing like a bit of dead wood, or like a robe which has become food for the worm.

My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.

See, the Lord God is my helper; who will give a decision against me? truly, all of them will become old like a robe; they will be food for the worm.

And so to Ephraim I am like a wasting insect, and a destruction to the children of Judah.