Behold, my terror shall not make thee afraid, Neither shall my hand be heavy upon thee.
Withdraw thine hand far from me: And let not thy dread make me afraid.
Let him take his rod away from me, And let not his fear terrify me:
Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; Thy terrors have cut me off.
For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: My moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.
Surely thou hast spoken in mine hearing, And I have heard the voice of thy words, saying,
For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, And we should come together in judgment.