Withdraw your hand far from me: and let not your dread make me afraid.
Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Shall not his excellency make you afraid? and his dread fall on you?
Only do not two things to me: then will I not hide myself from you.
Behold, my terror shall not make you afraid, neither shall my hand be heavy on you.
Let him take his rod away from me, and let not his fear terrify me:
My flesh trembles for fear of you; and I am afraid of your judgments.
Remove your stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of your hand.
Nevertheless I withdrew my hand, and worked for my name's sake, that it should not be polluted in the sight of the heathen, in whose sight I brought them forth.