Behold, my terror shall not make thee afraid, and my hand shall not be heavy upon thee.
Remove thy hand far from me, and thy terror shall not make me afraid.
He will take away his rod from me, and his truth shall not make me afraid.
Upon me thy burnings passed over; thy terrors made me silent
For day and night thy hand will be heavy upon me: my moisture was turned into the dryness of summer. Silence.
Surely thou spakest in mine ear and I will hear the voice of thy words.
For not a man as I; I shall answer him, we shall come together in judgment