Remove Your palm from me, and let not Your terror make me afraid.
Are not my days few? Then cease and let me alone, that I may take a little comfort
Shall not His highness make you afraid and His dread fall on you?
Only two things do not do to me, O God, then I will not hide myself from Your face:
Behold, my terror shall not frighten you; and my burden shall not be heavy on you.
Let Him take His rod away from me, and let not His dread make me afraid;
My flesh has shivered because of Your fear; and I have feared Your judgments.
Turn away Your stroke from me; I am consumed by the blow of Your hand.
But I turned back My hand and worked for My name’s sake, that it should not be profaned in the eyes of the nations, from whom I brought them out in their eyes.