Withdraw thy hand far from me, and do not let thy dread make me afraid.
Remove thy stroke away from me. I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.
Behold, my terror shall not make thee afraid, nor shall my pressure be heavy upon thee.
Let him take his rod away from me, and let not his terror make me afraid.
My flesh trembles for fear of thee, and I am afraid of thy judgments.
Shall not his majesty make you afraid, and his dread fall upon you?
Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little
Only do not do two things to me, then I will not hide myself from thy face:
Nevertheless I withdrew my hand, and worked for my name's sake, that it should not be profaned in the sight of the nations, in whose sight I brought them forth.