Let him take his rod away from me, and let not his terror 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.
Shall not his majesty make you afraid, and his dread fall upon you?
Who knows the power of thine anger, and thy wrath according to the fear that is due to thee?
Yea, at this my heart trembles, and is moved out of its place.
For calamity from God is a terror to me, and I can do nothing because of his majesty.
Therefore I am terrified at his presence. When I consider, I am afraid of him.
then I will visit their transgression with the rod, and their iniquity with stripes,
When thou have corrected man with rebukes for iniquity, thou make his beauty to disintegrate like a moth. Surely every man is vanity. Selah.