withdraw your hand far from me, and do not let dread of you terrify me.
Are not the days of my life few? Let me alone, that I may find a little comfort
Will not his majesty terrify you and the dread of him fall upon you?
“Only grant two things to me; then I will not hide myself from your face:
No fear of me need terrify you; my pressure will not be heavy on you.
If he would take his rod away from me and not let dread of him terrify me,
My flesh trembles for fear of you, and I am afraid of your judgments.
Remove your stroke from me; I am worn down by the blows of your hand.
But I withheld my hand and acted for the sake of my name, so that it should not be profaned in the sight of the nations, in whose sight I had brought them out.