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