He will take away his rod from me, and his truth shall not make me afraid.
Remove from me thy stroke: I was finished from the contention of thy hand.
Behold, my terror shall not make thee afraid, and my hand shall not be heavy upon thee.
Shall not his majesty make you afraid? and his terror fall upon you?
Who shall know the strength of thine anger? and according to thy fear, thy wrath.
Also at this my heart shall tremble, and it will leap from its place.
For the destruction of God is a terror to me, and from his lifting up I shall not prevail.
For this I shall tremble from his face: I shall consider, and I shall be afraid of him.
And I reviewed their transgression with the rod, and their iniquity with blows.
With corrections for iniquity thou didst correct man, and thou wilt melt down as a moth his beauty: surely every man is vanity. Silence.