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 was a terror to me, and by reason of his excellency I was powerless.

Behold, my terror shall not make thee afraid, nor my burden be heavy upon thee.

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

In his neck lodgeth strength, and terror danceth before him.

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, their poison drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of +God are arrayed against me.

The sound of terrors is in his ears: in prosperity the destroyer cometh upon him.

Terrors make him afraid on every side, and chase him at his footsteps.

His confidence shall be rooted out of his tent, and it shall lead him away to the king of terrors:

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

For the morning is to them all as the shadow of death; for they are familiar with the terrors of the shadow of death.

Terrors overtake him like waters; a whirlwind stealeth him away in the night.

Terrors are turned against me; they pursue mine honour as the wind; and my welfare is passed away like a cloud.