Let Him take His rod away from me, and let not His dread make me afraid;
Shall not His highness make you afraid and His dread fall on you?
On account of this I am troubled from His presence; I consider, and I am in dread of Him.
For calamity from God is a terror to me, and I could not do the thing because of His majesty.
Behold, my terror shall not frighten you; and my burden shall not be heavy on you.
My heart also trembles at this, and it leaps from its place.
Turn away Your stroke from me; I am consumed by the blow of Your hand.
You correct a man with rebukes over iniquity; and as a moth You melt away what he desires. Surely every man is vanity. Selah.
then I will visit their transgressions with the rod, and their sins with stripes.
Who knows the power of Your anger? And as Your fear is, so is Your fury.