American Standard Version
"Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand. "
— Psalms 39:10, American Standard Version
“Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.”
“Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.”
“Please stop wounding me! You have almost beaten me to death!”
“I have declared thy justice in a great church, lo, I will not restrain my lips: O Lord, thou knowest it.”
“No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.”
“Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.”
And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee.
Deliver me from all my transgressions: Make me not the reproach of the foolish.
I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; Because thou didst it.
Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
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
Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear unto my cry; Hold not thy peace at my tears: For I am a stranger with thee, A sojourner, as all my fathers were.
Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go hence, and be no more.