Even when I remember I am afraid, and trembling taketh hold on my flesh.

I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.

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

My flesh trembleth for fear of thee; and I am afraid of thy judgments.

I know it is so of a truth: but how should man be just with God?

If I justify myself, mine own mouth shall condemn me: if I say, I am perfect, it shall also prove me perverse.

Though I were perfect, yet would I not know my soul: I would despise my life.

For now thou numberest my steps: dost thou not watch over my sin?

Thou shalt not take the name of the LORD thy God in vain; for the LORD will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain.

If thou, LORD, shouldest mark iniquities, O Lord, who shall stand?