withdraw your hand far from me; and don't let your terror make me afraid.
Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
Shall not his majesty make you afraid, And his dread fall on you?
*Only don't do two things to me; then I will not hide myself from your face:
Behold, my terror shall not make you afraid, neither shall my pressure be heavy on you.
Let him take his rod away from me. Let his terror not make me afraid;
My flesh trembles for fear of you. I am afraid of your judgments.
Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
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.