8 And now, Lord, what is my hope: truly my hope is even in thee.
9 Deliver me from all mine offences: and make me not a rebuke unto the foolish.
10 I became dumb, and opened not my mouth: for it was thy doing.
11 Take thy plague away from me: I am even consumed by the means of thy heavy hand.
12 When thou with rebukes dost chasten man for sin, thou makest his beauty to consume away, like as it were a moth fretting a garment: every man therefore is but vanity.
13 Hear my prayer, O Lord, and with thine ears consider my calling: hold not thy peace at my tears.
14 For I am a stranger with thee: and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
15 O spare me a little, that I may recover my strength: before I go hence, and be no more seen.
PSALM 40. Expectans expectavi.
I waited patiently for the Lord: and he inclined unto me, and heard my calling.