8 Deliver me from all my transgressions:make me not the reproach of the foolish.
9 I was dumb, I opened not my mouth;because thou didst it.
10 Remove thy stroke away from me:I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.
11 When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity,thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth:surely every man is vanity. Selah.
12 Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear unto my cry;hold not thy peace at my tears:for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
13 O spare me, that I may recover strength,before I go hence, and be no more.