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

²⁸ Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.

⁹ Behold, the Lord Jehovah will help me; who is he that shall condemn me? behold, all they shall wax old as a garment, the moth shall eat them up.

¹⁹ As many as I love, I reprove and chasten: be zealous therefore, and repent.

¹⁶ but he was rebuked for his own transgression: a dumb ass spake with man's voice and stayed the madness of the prophet.

⁶ For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, And scourgeth every son whom he receiveth.

³⁰ For this cause many among you are weak and sickly, and not a few sleep.

³¹ But if we discerned ourselves, we should not be judged.

³² But when we are judged, we are chastened of the Lord, that we may not be condemned with the world.

⁵ to deliver such a one unto Satan for the destruction of the flesh, that the spirit may be saved in the day of the Lord Jesus.

¹² Therefore am I unto Ephraim as a moth, and to the house of Judah as rottenness.

¹⁰ Because of thine indignation and thy wrath: For thou hast taken me up, and cast me away.

¹¹ My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.

⁷ For we are consumed in thine anger, And in thy wrath are we troubled.

⁸ Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, Our secret sins in the light of thy countenance.

⁹ For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: We bring our years to an end as a sigh.

¹⁰ The days of our years are threescore years and ten, Or even by reason of strength fourscore years; Yet is their pride but labor and sorrow; For it is soon gone, and we fly away.

¹ O Jehovah, rebuke me not in thy wrath; Neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

² For thine arrows stick fast in me, And thy hand presseth me sore.

³ There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation; Neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.

⁴ For mine iniquities are gone over my head: As a heavy burden they are too heavy for me.

⁵ My wounds are loathsome and corrupt, Because of my foolishness.

⁶ I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

⁷ For my loins are filled with burning; And there is no soundness in my flesh.

⁸ I am faint and sore bruised: I have groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart.

³⁰ My skin is black, `and falleth' from me, And my bones are burned with heat.

¹⁹ How much more them that dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Who are crushed before the moth!