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.

Turn thee unto me, and have mercy upon me; for I {am} desolate and afflicted.

{There is} no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither {is there any} rest in my bones because of my sin. {rest: Heb. peace, or, health}

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

Wilt thou also disannul my judgment? wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest be righteous?

Wherefore ye shall make images of your emerods, and images of your mice that mar the land; and ye shall give glory unto the God of Israel: peradventure he will lighten his hand from off you, and from off your gods, and from off your land.

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.

Therefore thou shalt say this word unto them; Let mine eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease: for the virgin daughter of my people is broken with a great breach, with a very grievous blow.

Because {there is} wrath, {beware} lest he take thee away with {his} stroke: then a great ransom cannot deliver thee. {deliver...: Heb. turn thee aside}

Wherefore ye shall make images of your emerods, and images of your mice that mar the land; and ye shall give glory unto the God of Israel: peradventure he will lighten his hand from off you, and from off your gods, and from off your land.

And now, behold, the hand of the Lord {is} upon thee, and thou shalt be blind, not seeing the sun for a season. And immediately there fell on him a mist and a darkness; and he went about seeking some to lead him by the hand.

But put forth thine hand now, and touch his bone and his flesh, and he will curse thee to thy face.

I loathe {it}; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days {are} vanity.

For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.

I reckoned till morning, {that}, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day {even} to night wilt thou make an end of me.