¹⁰Remove your stroke from me;
   I am worn down by the blows^* of your hand.

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

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.
¹³Turn your gaze away from me, that I may smile again,
   before I depart and am no more.’