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(2) 7 And now, O Lord, what wait I for? my hope is upon thee.

8 Free me from all my trespasses: the fools scorn make not me.

9 I was dumb nor op’ned my mouth; this done because thou hast.

10 Remove thy stroke away from me: by thy hands blow I waste.

11 When with rebukes thou dost correct man for iniquity, thou blasts his beauty like a moth: sure each man ’s vanity. Selah.

12 Hear my pray’r, Lord, hark to my cry; be not still at my tears: for stranger, and pilgrim with thee, I’ me, as all my fathers.

13 O turn aside a while from me, that I may strength recall, before I do depart from hence, and be no more at all.

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