Psalms 39:10
Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
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21 withdraw your hand far from me; and don't let your terror make me afraid.
1 Yahweh, don't rebuke me in your wrath, neither chasten me in your hot displeasure.
2 For your arrows have pierced me, your hand presses hard on me.
11 When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, You consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath." Selah.
7 Although you know that I am not wicked, there is no one who can deliver out of your hand.
8 "'Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether, yet you destroy me.
21 You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions. Don't make me the reproach of the foolish.
9 I was mute. I didn't open my mouth, because you did it.
11 Why do you draw back your hand, even your right hand? Take it out of your pocket and consume them!
9 even that it would please God to crush me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
13 Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away, and exist no more." For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.
16 Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.
24 Yahweh, correct me, but in measure: not in your anger, lest you bring me to nothing.
9 Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
16 It's burned with fire. It's cut down. They perish at your rebuke.
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 indignation and your wrath, for you have taken me up, and thrown me away.
3 Surely against me he turns his hand again and again all the day.
4 My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
1 I am the man that has seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
1 Yahweh, don't rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.
21 "Have pity on me, have pity on me, you my friends; for the hand of God has touched me.
4 For day and night your hand was heavy on me. My strength was sapped in the heat of summer. Selah.
11 Don't let the foot of pride come against me. Don't let the hand of the wicked drive me away.
20 Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
4 "Yahweh, show me my end, what is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.
5 Behold, you have made my days handbreadths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath." Selah.
2 I will tell God, 'Do not condemn me. Show me why you contend with me.
8 You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.
17 You have removed my soul far off from peace; I forgot prosperity.
9 He has stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
34 Let him take his rod away from me. Let his terror not make me afraid;
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.
19 But I was like a gentle lamb that is led to the slaughter; and I didn't know that they had devised devices against me, [saying], Let us destroy the tree with its fruit, and let us cut him off from the land of the living, that his name may be no more remembered.
22 then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder blade, and my arm be broken from the bone.
23 For calamity from God is a terror to me. Because his majesty, I can do nothing.
14 Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?
7 Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. Selah.
11 He has turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; he has made me desolate.
9 Hide your face from my sins, and blot out all of my iniquities.
14 For all day long have I been plagued, and punished every morning.
12 My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life. He will cut me off from the loom. From day even to night you will make an end of me.
15 My times are in your hand. Deliver me from the hand of my enemies, and from those who persecute me.
10 They have gaped on me with their mouth. They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me.
19 How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?
3 For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.
3 You have reproached me ten times. You aren't ashamed that you attack me.