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Psalm 39:11 - Tree of Life Version

11 Remove Your scourge from me. I perish by the blow of Your hand.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

11 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.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

11 When with rebukes You correct and chasten man for sin, You waste his beauty like a moth and what is dear to him consumes away; surely every man is a mere breath. Selah [pause, and think calmly of that]!

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American Standard Version (1901)

11 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

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Common English Bible

11 You discipline people for their sin, punishing them; like a moth, you ruin what they treasure. Yes, a human life is just a puff of air! Selah

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Catholic Public Domain Version

11 I have not concealed your justice within my heart. I have spoken your truth and your salvation. I have not concealed your mercy and your truth from a great assembly.

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Psalm 39:11
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“So he wastes away like something rotten, like a moth-eaten garment.


See, Adonai Elohim will help Me. Who is he who would condemn Me? See, they all wear out like a garment. A moth will eat them up.


Those whom I love, I rebuke and discipline. Therefore, be zealous and repent.


because Adonai disciplines the one He loves and punishes every son He accepts.”


you are to turn such a fellow over to satan for the destruction of his fleshly nature, so that his spirit may be saved in the day of the Lord Yeshua.


But he received a rebuke for his own wrongdoing. A dumb donkey spoke with a man’s voice and put a stop to the prophet’s madness.


So, I will be like a moth to Ephraim and like decay to the house of Judah.


My skin has turned black on me; my bones burn with heat.


how much more those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth?


who could remove His rod from me, so that His terror would not frighten me.


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