See, the Lord God is my help; who will declare me guilty? See, they will all wear out like a garment, consumed by moths.
If anyone can make a case against me, then I shall be silent and expire.
Though I wear out like a leather bottle, like a garment the moth has consumed.
Of old you laid the earth’s foundations; the heavens are the work of your hands.
Take your plague away from me; I am ravaged by the touch of your hand.
God is present as my helper; the Lord sustains my life.
Do not fear: I am with you; do not be anxious: I am your God. I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my victorious right hand.
Every weapon fashioned against you shall fail; every tongue that brings you to trial you shall prove false. This is the lot of the servants of the Lord, their vindication from me—oracle of the Lord.
Your wealth has rotted away, your clothes have become moth-eaten,