Let Him take His rod away from me, and let not His fear make me afraid;
Shall not His highness make you afraid, and His dread fall on you?
Therefore I am troubled at His presence; when I look, I am afraid of Him.
For trouble from God is a terror to me, and I could not do anything because of His highness.
Behold, my terror shall not make you afraid, and my burden shall not be heavy on you.
My heart trembles at this also, and it leaps out of its place.
Remove Your stroke away from me; I am destroyed by the blow of Your hand.
You correct a man for iniquity with rebukes, and you make his desires vanish away like a moth. Surely every man is vanity. Selah.
then I will visit their wickedness with the rod, and their sin with stripes.
Who knows the power of Your anger? And as Your fear is, so is Your wrath.