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⁷ ‘And now, O Lord, what do I wait for?
   My hope is in you.
⁸ Deliver me from all my transgressions.
   Do not make me the scorn of the fool.
⁹ I am silent; I do not open my mouth,
   for it is you who have done it.
¹⁰ Remove 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.
¹³ Turn your gaze away from me, that I may smile again,
   before I depart and am no more.’