For now you are nothing. You see a terror, and are afraid.

Let him take his rod away from me. Let his terror not make me afraid;

withdraw your hand far from me; and don't let your terror make me afraid.

For calamity from God is a terror to me. Because his majesty, I can do nothing.

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

Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.

There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.