Let him take his rod away from me. Let his terror not make me afraid;
Shall not his majesty make you afraid, And his dread fall on you?
Therefore I am terrified at his presence. When I consider, I am afraid of him.
For calamity from God is a terror to me. Because his majesty, I can do nothing.
Behold, my terror shall not make you afraid, neither shall my pressure be heavy on you.
*Yes, at this my heart trembles, and is moved out of its place.
Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, You consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath.* Selah.
then I will punish their sin with the rod, and their iniquity with stripes.
Who knows the power of your anger, your wrath according to the fear that is due to you?