Withdraw your hand far from me: and let not your dread make me afraid.
Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Shall not his excellence make you afraid? and his dread fall upon you?
Only do not two things unto me: then will I not hide myself from you.
Behold, my terror shall not make you afraid, neither shall my hand be heavy upon you.
Let him take his rod away from me, and let not his fear terrify me:
My flesh trembles for fear of you; and I am afraid of your judgments.
Remove your scourge away from me: I am consumed by the blow of your hand.
Nevertheless I withdrew my hand, and acted for my name’s sake, that it should not be polluted in the sight of the nations, in whose sight I brought them forth.