7 So then, truly man passes by like an image; even so, he is disquieted in vain. He stores up, and he knows not for whom he will gather these things.
8 And now, what is it that awaits me? Is it not the Lord? And my substance is with you.
9 Rescue me from all my iniquities. You have handed me over as reproach to the foolish.
10 I was silenced, and I did not open my mouth, because it was you who acted.
11 Remove your scourges from me.
12 I fall short at corrections from the strength of your hand. For you have chastised man for iniquity. And you have made his soul shrink away like a spider. Nevertheless, it is in vain that any man be disquieted.
13 O Lord, heed my prayer and my supplication. Pay attention to my tears. Do not be silent. For I am a newcomer with you, and a sojourner, just as all my fathers were.