Psalms 39:11 Cross References - Brenton

^{11 (38:11)} Thou chastenest man with rebukes for iniquity, and thou makest his life to consume away like a spider's web; nay, every man is disquieted in vain. Pause.

¹⁹ But as for them that dwell in houses of clay, of whom we also are formed of the same clay, he smites them like a moth.

²⁸ I am as that which waxes old like a bottle, or like a moth-eaten garment.

³⁰ And my skin has been greatly blackened, and my bones are burned with heat.

^{1 (37:1)} A Psalm of David for remembrance concerning the Sabbath-day. O Lord, rebuke me not in thy wrath, neither chasten me in thine anger. ^{2 (37:2)} For thy weapons are fixed in me, and thou hast pressed thy hand heavily upon me. ^{3 (37:3)} For there is no health in my flesh because of thine anger; there is no peace to my bones because of my sins. ^{4 (37:4)} For my transgressions have gone over mine head: they have pressed heavily upon me like a weighty burden. ^{5 (37:5)} My bruises have become noisome and corrupt, because of my foolishness. ^{6 (37:6)} I have been wretched and bowed down continually: I went with a mourning countenance all the day. ^{7 (37:7)} For my soul is filled with mockings; and there is no health in my flesh. ^{8 (37:8)} I have been afflicted and brought down exceedingly: I have roared for the groaning of my heart.

^{7 (89:7)} For we have perished in thine anger, and in thy wrath we have been troubled. ^{8 (89:8)} Thou hast set our transgressions before thee: our age is in the light of thy countenance. ^{9 (89:9)} For all our days are gone, and we have passed away in thy wrath: our years have spun out their tale as a spider. ^{10 (89:10)} As for the days of our years, in them are seventy years; and if men should be in strength, eighty years: and the greater part of them would be labour and trouble; for weakness overtakes us, and we shall be chastened.

^{10 (101:10)} because of thine anger and thy wrath: for thou hast lifted me up, and dashed me down. ^{11 (101:11)} My days have declined like a shadow; and I am withered like grass.

⁹ Behold, the Lord, the Lord, will help me; who will hurt me? behold, all ye shall wax old as a garment, and a moth shall devour you.

¹² Therefore I will be as consternation to Ephraim, and as a goad to the house of Juda.