Withdraw Your hand far from me, and let not dread of You make me afraid.
Are not my days few? Then cease! Leave me alone, so that I brighten up a little,
Should not His excellence make you afraid, and the dread of Him fall upon you?
Only two matters do not do to me, then I am not hidden from Your face:
See, no fear of me should alarm you, nor should pressure by me be heavy on you.
Let Him take His rod away from me, and let His dread frighten me.
My flesh has trembled for fear of You, And I am in awe of Your right-rulings.
“Turn aside Your stroke from me; I am overcome by the blow of Your hand.
“But I held back My hand and acted for My Name’s sake, not to profane it before the eyes of the gentiles, before whose eyes I had brought them out.