Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up.

They are passed away as the swift ships; As the eagle that swoopeth on the prey.

For thou shalt forget thy misery; Thou shalt remember it as waters that are passed away,

Unto whom alone the land was given, And no stranger passed among them):

The proud beasts have not trodden it, Nor hath the fierce lion passed thereby.

Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.