Lo, my terror doth not frighten thee, And my burden on thee is not heavy.
Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.
Surely -- thou hast said in mine ears, And the sounds of words I hear:
But if a man like myself -- I answer him, We come together into judgment.
He doth turn aside from off me his rod, And His terror doth not make me afraid,
When by day and by night Thy hand is heavy upon me, My moisture hath been changed Into the droughts of summer. Selah.
Over me hath Thy wrath passed, Thy terrors have cut me off,