Let Him remove His rod from me, so that His terror will no longer frighten me.
Remove Your scourge from me; I am perishing by the force of Your hand.
Would His majesty not terrify you? Would the dread of Him not fall upon you?
Surely no fear of me should terrify you; nor will my hand be heavy upon you.
Who knows the power of Your anger? Your wrath matches the fear You are due.
Only grant these two things to me, so that I need not hide from You:
Therefore I am terrified in His presence; when I consider this, I fear Him.
For calamity from God terrifies me, and His splendor I cannot overpower.
“At this my heart also pounds and leaps from its place.
“How I long for the months gone by, for the days when God watched over me,