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 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.”

Psalms 39:9-13, NRSV Catholic Edition. Copyright © 1989, 1993 by the National Council of the Churches of Christ.
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