11 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.

12 Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.

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11 When you rebuke(A) and discipline(B) anyone for their sin,
    you consume(C) their wealth like a moth(D)
    surely everyone is but a breath.(E)

12 “Hear my prayer, Lord,
    listen to my cry for help;(F)
    do not be deaf(G) to my weeping.(H)
I dwell with you as a foreigner,(I)
    a stranger,(J) as all my ancestors were.(K)

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