Psalm 39:7-13

New Revised Standard Version, Anglicised Catholic Edition

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^[a] 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.’