6. Sure each man walks in a vain show;they vex themselves in vain:He heaps up wealth, and doth not knowto whom it shall pertain.
7. And now, O Lord, what wait I for?my hope is fix'd on thee.
8. Free me from all my trespasses,the fool's scorn make not me.
9. Dumb was I, op'ning not my mouth,because this work was thine.
10. Thy stroke take from me; by the blowof thine hand I do pine.
11. When with rebukes thou dost correctman for iniquity,Thou wastes his beauty like a moth:sure each man's vanity.