Remove thy hand far from me, and thy terror shall not make me afraid.
Is it not my days few? He will cease; he will turn from me, and I shall be cheerful a little,
Shall not his majesty make you afraid? and his terror fall upon you?
Only two things thou wilt not do with me: then I shall not hide from thy face.
Behold, my terror shall not make thee afraid, and my hand shall not be heavy upon thee.
He will take away his rod from me, and his truth shall not make me afraid.
My flesh stood erect from thy fear, and I was afraid of thy judgments.
Remove from me thy stroke: I was finished from the contention of thy hand.
And I turned back my hand; and I will do for sake of my name, that it was not profaned before the eyes of the nations which I brought them forth before their eyes.