¹¹ When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, You consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath." Selah.

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

⁹ Behold, the Lord Yahweh will help me; who is he who 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 disobedience. A mute donkey spoke with man's voice and stopped the madness of the prophet.

⁶ For whom the Lord loves, he chastens, And scourges every son whom he receives."

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

³¹ For if we discerned ourselves, we wouldn't be judged.

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

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

¹² Therefore I am to Ephraim like a moth, And to the house of Judah like rottenness.

¹⁰ Because of your indignation and your wrath, For you have taken me up, and thrown me away.

¹¹ My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.

⁷ For we are consumed in your anger. We are troubled in your wrath.

⁸ You have set our iniquities before you, Our secret sins in the light of your presence.

⁹ For all our days have passed away in your wrath. We bring our years to an end as a sigh.

¹⁰ The days of our years are seventy, Or even by reason of strength eighty years; Yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, For it passes quickly, and we fly away.

¹ > Yahweh, don't rebuke me in your wrath, Neither chasten me in your hot displeasure.

² For your arrows have pierced me, Your hand presses hard on me.

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

⁴ For my iniquities have 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 day long.

⁷ For my loins are filled with burning. There is no soundness in my flesh.

⁸ I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.

³⁰ My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.

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