For now ye are nothing; Ye see a terror, and are afraid.

Let him take his rod away from me, And let not his terror make me afraid:

Withdraw thy hand far from me; And let not thy terror make me afraid.

For calamity from God is a terror to me, And by reason of his majesty I can do nothing.

Behold, my terror shall not make thee afraid, Neither shall my pressure be heavy upon thee.

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

In his neck abideth strength, And terror danceth before him.

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

A sound of terrors is in his ears; In prosperity the destroyer shall come upon him.

Terrors shall make him afraid on every side, And shall chase him at his heels.

He shall be rooted out of his tent where he trusteth; And he shall be brought to the king of terrors.

He draweth it forth, and it cometh out of his body; Yea, the glittering point cometh out of his gall: Terrors are upon him.

For the morning is to all of them as thick darkness; For they know the terrors of the thick darkness.

Terrors overtake him like waters; A tempest stealeth him away in the night.

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