Psalms 39:11
Psalms 39:7-11 The Message (MSG)
“What am I doing in the meantime, Lord? Hoping, that’s what I’m doing—hoping You’ll save me from a rebel life, save me from the contempt of idiots. I’ll say no more, I’ll shut my mouth, since you, Lord, are behind all this. But I can’t take it much longer. When you put us through the fire to purge us from our sin, our dearest idols go up in smoke. Are we also nothing but smoke?
Psalms 39:11 King James Version (KJV)
When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, Thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: Surely every man is vanity. Selah.
Psalms 39:11 New American Standard Bible - NASB 1995 (NASB1995)
With reproofs You chasten a man for iniquity; You consume as a moth what is precious to him; Surely every man is a mere breath. Selah.
Psalms 39:11 New Century Version (NCV)
You correct and punish people for their sins; like a moth, you destroy what they love. Everyone’s life is only a breath.Selah
Psalms 39:11 American Standard Version (ASV)
When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, Thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: Surely every man is vanity. [Selah
Psalms 39:11 New International Version (Anglicised) (NIVUK)
When you rebuke and discipline anyone for their sin, you consume their wealth like a moth – surely everyone is but a breath.
Psalms 39:11 New King James Version (NKJV)
When with rebukes You correct man for iniquity, You make his beauty melt away like a moth; Surely every man is vapor. Selah
Psalms 39:11 Amplified Bible (AMP)
With rebukes You discipline man for sin; You consume like a moth what is precious to him; Surely every man is a mere breath [a wisp of smoke, a vapor that vanishes]. Selah.
Psalms 39:11 New Living Translation (NLT)
When you discipline us for our sins, you consume like a moth what is precious to us. Each of us is but a breath. Interlude
Psalms 39:11 The Passion Translation (TPT)
No one endures when you rebuke and discipline us for our sins. Like a cobweb is swept away with a wave of the hand, you sweep away all that we once called dear. How fleeting and frail our lives! We’re nothing more than a puff of air. Pause in his presence