⁷ Lo, my terror doth not frighten thee, And my burden on thee is not heavy.

²¹ Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.

³⁴ He doth turn aside from off me his rod, And His terror doth not make me afraid,

⁴ When by day and by night Thy hand is heavy upon me, My moisture hath been changed Into the droughts of summer. Selah.

¹⁶ Over me hath Thy wrath passed, Thy terrors have cut me off,