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Psalm 39:7-11

7-11"What am I doing in the meantime, Lord?

Hoping, that's what I'm doing—hoping

You'll save me from a rebel life,

save me from the contempt of dunces.

I'll say no more, I'll shut my mouth,

since you, Lord, are behind all this.

But I can't take it much longer.

When you put us through the fire

to purge us from our sin,

our dearest idols go up in smoke.

Are we also nothing but smoke?

12-13"Ah, God, listen to my prayer, my

cry—open your ears.

Don't be callous;

just look at these tears of mine.

I'm a stranger here. I don't know my way—

a migrant like my whole family.

Give me a break, cut me some slack

before it's too late and I'm out of here."