My Cry

And now, Lord, what do I wait for?
My hope is in you.
Deliver me from all my transgressions:
Do not make me the reproach of the foolish.

I was mute, I did not open my mouth,
Because is was You who did it.
Remove Your plague from me;
I am consumed by the blow of Your hand.

When with rebukes You correct man for iniquity,
You make his beauty melt away like a moth;
Surely every man is a vapor.

"Hear my prayer, O Lord,
And give ear to my cry;
Do not be silent at my tears;
For I am a stranger with You,
A sojourner, as all my fathers were.
Romove Your gaze from me,
that I may regain strength,
Before I go away and am no more."

(Psalm 39)