Psalm 39:11

11 Se tu castighi alcuno con castigamenti d’iniquità, Tu fai struggere tutto ciò che vi è di bello e d’eccellente in lui, Come una tignuola; certo, ogni uomo è vanità. Sela.

Psalm 39:11 Meaning and Commentary

Psalms 39:11

When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity
The psalmist illustrates his own case, before suggested, by the common case and condition of men, when God corrects them; which he has a right to do, as the Father of spirits, and which he does with rebukes; sometimes with rebukes of wrath, with furious rebukes, rebukes in flames of fire, as the men of the world; and sometimes with rebukes of love, the chastenings of a father, as his own dear children; and always for iniquity, whether one or another; and not the iniquity of Adam is here meant, but personal iniquity: and correction for it is to be understood of some bodily affliction, as the effect of it shows;

thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth;
that is, secretly, suddenly, and at once; as a moth eats a garment, and takes off the beauty of it; or as easily as a moth is crushed between a man's fingers; so the Targum;

``he melts away as a moth, whose body is broken:''

the Vulgate Latin, Septuagint, Ethiopic, and Arabic versions, and so the metaphrase of Apollinarius, read, as a spider which destroys itself. The word rendered "beauty" takes in all that is desirable in man; as his flesh, his strength, his comeliness, his pleasantness of countenance all which are quickly destroyed by a distemper of the body seizing on it; wherefore the psalmist makes and confirms the conclusion he had made before:

surely every man [is] vanity; (See Gill on Psalms 39:5);

Selah; on this word, (See Gill on Psalms 3:2).

Psalm 39:11 In-Context

9 Io ammutolisco, io non aprirò la bocca; Perciocchè tu hai fatto questo.

10 Toglimi d’addosso la tua piaga; Io mi vengo meno, per la guerra che tu mi fai colla tua mano.

11 Se tu castighi alcuno con castigamenti d’iniquità, Tu fai struggere tutto ciò che vi è di bello e d’eccellente in lui, Come una tignuola; certo, ogni uomo è vanità. Sela.

12 Signore, ascolta la mia orazione, e porgi l’orecchio al mio grido, E non esser sordo alle mie lagrime; Perciocchè io son forestiere appo te, Ed avveniticcio, come tutti i miei padri.

13 Cessati da me, acciocchè io mi rinforzi, Innanzi che io me ne vada, e non sia più.