Psalms 39:10
No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.
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21 Take your hand far away from me; and let me not be overcome by fear of you.
1 <A Psalm. Of David. To keep in memory.> O Lord, be not bitter with me in your wrath; let not your hand be on me in the heat of your passion.
2 For your arrows have gone into my flesh, and I am crushed under the weight of your hand.
11 By the weight of your wrath against man's sin, the glory of his form is wasted away; truly every man is but a breath. (Selah.)
7 Though you see that I am not an evil-doer; and there is no one who is able to take a man out of your hands?
8 Your hands made me, and I was formed by you, but then, changing your purpose, you gave me up to destruction.
21 You have become cruel to me; the strength of your hand is hard on me.
8 Make me free from all my sins; do not let me be shamed by the man of evil behaviour.
9 I was quiet, and kept my mouth shut; because you had done it.
11 Why are you keeping back your hand, and covering your right hand in your robe?
9 If only he would be pleased to put an end to me; and would let loose his hand, so that I might be cut off!
13 Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.
16 The heat of your wrath has gone over me; I am broken by your cruel punishments.
24 O Lord, put me right, but with wise purpose; not in your wrath, or you will make me small.
9 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
10 My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
16 It is burned with fire; it is cut down: they are made waste by the wrath of your face.
17 Let your hand be on the man of your right hand, on the son of man whom you made strong for yourself.
10 Because of your passion and your wrath, for I have been lifted up and then made low by you.
3 Truly against me his hand has been turned again and again all the day.
4 My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
1 I am the man who has seen trouble by the rod of his wrath.
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
1 <To the chief music-maker on corded instruments, on the Sheminith. A Psalm. Of David.> O Lord, do not be bitter with me in your wrath; do not send punishment on me in the heat of your passion.
21 Have pity on me, have pity on me, O my friends! for the hand of God is on me.
4 For the weight of your hand was on me day and night; my body became dry like the earth in summer. (Selah.)
11 Let not the foot of pride come against me, or the hand of the evil-doers put me out of my place.
20 Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,
4 Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.
5 You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah.)
2 I will say to God, Do not put me down as a sinner; make clear to me what you have against me.
8 It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face.
17 My soul is sent far away from peace, I have no more memory of good.
9 He has put off my glory from me, and taken the crown from my head.
34 Let him take away his rod from me and not send his fear on me:
15 My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.
19 But I was like a gentle lamb taken to be put to death; I had no thought that they were designing evil against me, saying, Come and let us make trouble his food, cutting him off from the land of the living, so that there may be no more memory of his name.
22 May my arm be pulled from my body, and be broken from its base.
23 For the fear of God kept me back, and because of his power I might not do such things.
14 I will take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand.
7 The weight of your wrath is crushing me, all your waves have overcome me. (Selah.)
11 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
9 Let your face be turned from my wrongdoing, and take away all my sins.
14 For I have been troubled all the day; every morning have I undergone punishment.
12 My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.
15 The chances of my life are in your hand; take me out of the hands of my haters, and of those who go after me.
10 Their mouths are open wide against me; the blows of his bitter words are falling on my face; all of them come together in a mass against me.
19 How long will it be before your eyes are turned away from me, so that I may have a minute's breathing-space?
3 My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
3 Ten times now you have made sport of me; it gives you no sense of shame to do me wrong.