Withdraw thine hand far from me: and let not thy dread make me afraid.

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

Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; thy terrors have cut me off.

For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.

And after the earthquake a fire; {but} the LORD {was} not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.

For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.

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

Withdraw thine hand far from me: and let not thy dread make me afraid.