[A Davidic psalm for remembrance.] LORD, do not punish me in Your anger or discipline me in Your wrath.
For Your arrows have sunk into me, and Your hand has pressed down on me.
There is no soundness in my body because of Your indignation; there is no health in my bones because of my sin.
For my sins have flooded over my head; they are a burden too heavy for me to bear.
My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.
I am bent over and brought low; all day long I go around in mourning.
For my loins are full of burning pain, and there is no health in my body.
I am faint and severely crushed; I groan because of the anguish of my heart.
For we are consumed by Your anger; we are terrified by Your wrath.
You have set our unjust ways before You, our secret sins in the light of Your presence.
For all our days ebb away under Your wrath; we end our years like a sigh.
Our lives last seventy years or, if we are strong, eighty years. Even the best of them are struggle and sorrow; indeed, they pass quickly and we fly away.
turn that one over to Satan for the destruction of the flesh, so that his spirit may be saved in the Day of the Lord.
This is why many are sick and ill among you, and many have fallen asleep.
If we were properly evaluating ourselves, we would not be judged,
but when we are judged, we are disciplined by the Lord, so that we may not be condemned with the world.
for the Lord disciplines the one He loves, and punishes every son whom He receives.
As many as I love, I rebuke and discipline. So be committed and repent.
his beauty, etc
because of Your indignation and wrath; for You have picked me up and thrown me aside.
My days are like a lengthening shadow, and I wither away like grass.
how much more those who dwell in clay houses, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed like a moth!
Man wears out like something rotten, like a moth-eaten garment.
My skin blackens and flakes off, and my bones burn with fever.
In truth, the Lord God will help Me; who is he who will condemn Me? Indeed, all of them will wear out like a garment; a moth will devour them.
So I am like rot to Ephraim and like decay to the house of Judah.