¹¹ By the weight of your wrath against man's sin, the glory of his form is wasted away; truly every man is but a breath. (Selah.)

²⁸ Though a man comes to nothing like a bit of dead wood, or like a robe which has become food for the worm.

⁹ See, the Lord God is my helper; who will give a decision against me? truly, all of them will become old like a robe; they will be food for the worm.

¹⁹ To all those who are dear to me, I give sharp words and punishment: then with all your heart have sorrow for your evil ways.

¹⁶ But his wrongdoing was pointed out to him: an ass, talking with a man's voice, put a stop to the error of the prophet.

⁶ For the Lord sends punishment on his loved ones; everyone whom he takes as his son has experience of his rod.

³⁰ For this cause a number of you are feeble and ill, and a number are dead.

³¹ But if we were true judges of ourselves, punishment would not come on us.

³² But if punishment does come, it is sent by the Lord, so that we may be safe when the world is judged.

⁵ That this man is to be handed over to Satan for the destruction of the flesh, so that his spirit may have forgiveness in the day of the Lord Jesus.

¹² And so to Ephraim I am like a wasting insect, and a destruction to the children of Judah.

¹⁰ Because of your passion and your wrath, for I have been lifted up and then made low by you.

¹¹ My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.

⁷ We are burned up by the heat of your passion, and troubled by your wrath.

⁸ You have put our evil doings before you, our secret sins in the light of your face.

⁹ For all our days have gone by in your wrath; our years come to an end like a breath.

¹⁰ The measure of our life is seventy years; and if through strength it may be eighty years, its pride is only trouble and sorrow, for it comes to an end and we are quickly gone.

¹ <A Psalm. Of David. To keep in memory.> O Lord, be not bitter with me in your wrath; let not your hand be on me in the heat of your passion.

² For your arrows have gone into my flesh, and I am crushed under the weight of your hand.

³ My flesh is wasted because of your wrath; and there is no peace in my bones because of my sin.

⁴ For my crimes have gone over my head; they are like a great weight which is more than my strength.

⁵ My wounds are poisoned and evil-smelling, because of my foolish behaviour.

⁶ I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.

⁷ For my body is full of burning; all my flesh is unhealthy.

⁸ I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.

³⁰ My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.

¹⁹ How much more those living in houses of earth, whose bases are in the dust! They are crushed more quickly than an insect;