Psalms 39:10
Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
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21 Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.
1 A Psalm of David, `To cause to remember.' Jehovah, in Thy wrath reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me.
2 For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.
11 With reproofs against iniquity, Thou hast corrected man, And dost waste as a moth his desirableness, Only, vanity `is' every man. Selah.
7 For Thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Thy hand.
8 Thy hands have taken pains about me, And they make me together round about, And Thou swallowest me up!
21 Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppresest me.
8 From all my transgressions deliver me, A reproach of the fool make me not.
9 I have been dumb, I open not my mouth, Because Thou -- Thou hast done `it'.
11 Why dost Thou turn back Thy hand, Even Thy right hand? From the midst of Thy bosom remove `it'.
9 That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
13 Look from me, and I brighten up before I go and am not!
16 Over me hath Thy wrath passed, Thy terrors have cut me off,
24 Chastise me, O Jehovah, only in judgment, Not in Thine anger, lest Thou make me small.
9 Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
10 For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
16 Burnt with fire -- cut down, From the rebuke of Thy face they perish.
17 Let Thy hand be on the man of Thy right hand, On the son of man Thou hast strengthened for Thyself.
10 From Thine indignation and Thy wrath, For Thou hast lifted me up, And dost cast me down.
3 Surely against me He turneth back, He turneth His hand all the day.
4 He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
1 I `am' the man `who' hath seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.
19 Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
1 To the Overseer with stringed instruments, on the octave. -- A Psalm of David. O Jehovah, in Thine anger reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me.
21 Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.
4 When by day and by night Thy hand is heavy upon me, My moisture hath been changed Into the droughts of summer. Selah.
11 Let not a foot of pride meet me, And a hand of the wicked let not move me.
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
4 `Cause me to know, O Jehovah, mine end, And the measure of my days -- what it `is',' I know how frail I `am'.
5 Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age `is' as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity `is' every man set up. Selah.
2 I say unto God, `Do not condemn me, Let me know why Thou dost strive `with' me.
8 And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
17 And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.
9 Mine honour from off me He hath stripped, And He turneth the crown from my head.
34 He doth turn aside from off me his rod, And His terror doth not make me afraid,
15 Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
19 And I `am' as a trained lamb brought to slaughter, And I have not known That against me they have devised devices: We destroy the tree with its food, and cut him off From the land of the living, And his name is not remembered again.
22 My shoulder from its blade let fall, And mine arm from the bone be broken.
23 For a dread unto me `is' calamity `from' God, And because of His excellency I am not able.
14 Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
7 Upon me hath Thy fury lain, And `with' all Thy breakers Thou hast afflicted. Selah.
11 My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
9 Hide Thy face from my sin. And all mine iniquities blot out.
14 And I am plagued all the day, And my reproof `is' every morning.
12 My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
15 In Thy hand `are' my times, Deliver me from the hand of my enemies, And from my pursuers.
10 They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves.
19 How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.
3 For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.
3 These ten times ye put me to shame, ye blush not. Ye make yourselves strange to me --