Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.

Behold, my terror shall not make thee afraid, neither shall my hand be heavy upon thee.

Let him take his rod away from me, and let not his fear terrify me:

My flesh trembleth for fear of thee; and I am afraid of thy judgments.

Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,

Hast thou marked the old way which wicked men have trodden? Which were cut down out of time, whose foundation was overflown with a flood: Which said unto God, Depart from us: and what can the Almighty do for them?

Shall not his excellency make you afraid? and his dread fall upon you?