TSK · Psalms 39:11

How much more, those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth!

though I am decaying like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.

Yahweh, don't rebuke me in your wrath, neither chasten me in your hot displeasure.

Because of your indignation and your wrath, for you have taken me up, and thrown me away.

Therefore I am to Ephraim like a moth, and to the house of Judah like rottenness.

For this cause many among you are weak and sickly, and not a few sleep.

but he was rebuked for his own disobedience. A mute donkey spoke with a man's voice and stopped the madness of the prophet.