“Let Him remove His rod from me,
And let not dread of Him terrify me.

Shall not, his majesty, overwhelm you? and, the dread of him, fall upon you?

Withdraw Your hand from me and remove this bodily suffering,
And let not the dread of You terrify me.

The dirt on his grave is sweet to him.
Everyone follows behind him,
and those who go before him are without number.

Look, dread of me should not terrify you, and my hand will not be heavy upon you.

And hath forgotten, that, a foot, may crush them, - or, the wild beast, tread on them!

“The sword that reaches him cannot avail,
Nor [does] the spear, the dart, or the javelin.