When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, You consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath.* Selah.
though I am decaying like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
How much more, those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth!
Let him take his rod away from me. Let his terror not make me afraid;
Behold, the Lord GOD will help me; who is he who shall condemn me? Behold, all they shall wax old as a garment, the moth shall eat them up.
Therefore I am to Efrayim like a moth, and to the house of Yehudah like rottenness.
are to deliver such a one to Hasatan for the destruction of the flesh, that the spirit may be saved in the day of the Lord Yeshua.
For whom the Lord loves, he chastens, and scourges every son whom he receives.*
but he was rebuked for his own disobedience. A mute donkey spoke with a man's voice and stopped the madness of the prophet.
As many as I love, I reprove and chasten. Be zealous therefore, and repent.