²¹ Withdraw your hand far from me; And don't let your terror make me afraid.

³⁴ Let him take his rod away from me, Let his terror not make me afraid:

⁷ Behold, my terror shall not make you afraid, Neither shall my pressure be heavy on you.

¹⁰ Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.

²⁰ Aren't my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,

¹¹ Shall not his majesty make you afraid, And his dread fall on you?

¹⁵ Will you keep the old way Which wicked men have trodden,

¹⁶ Who were snatched away before their time, Whose foundation was poured out as a stream,

¹⁷ Who said to God, 'Depart from us;' And, 'What can the Almighty do for us?'

¹²⁰ My flesh trembles for fear of you. I am afraid of your judgments.