Stop treating me this way. And stop making me so afraid.
Aren’t my few days almost over? Leave me so I can have a moment of joy.
Wouldn’t his glory terrify you? Wouldn’t the fear of him fall on you?
“God, I won’t hide from you. Here are the only two things I want.
You don’t have to be afraid of me. My hand won’t be too heavy on you.
I wish someone would keep God from punishing me. Then his terror wouldn’t frighten me anymore.
My body trembles because I have respect for you. I have great respect for your laws.
Please stop beating me. I’m about to die from the blows of your hand.
But I kept myself from punishing them at that time. I wanted my name to be honored. So I kept it from being treated as if it were not holy. I did not want that to happen in front of the nations. They had seen me bring Israel out of Egypt.