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12 You chastise man with rebukes for sin;
    like a moth you consume his treasures.
    Every man is but a breath.
Selah
13 Listen to my prayer, Lord, hear my cry;
    do not be deaf to my weeping!
For I am with you like a foreigner,
    a refugee, like my ancestors.(A)
14 Turn your gaze from me, that I may smile
    before I depart to be no more.

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