I would still live in terror of all my pains.
I know You will not acquit me.

Let Him take His rod away from me
so His terror will no longer frighten me.

remove Your hand from me,
and do not let Your terror frighten me.

Do you make him leap like a locust?
His proud snorting fills one with terror.

Surely the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me;
my spirit drinks their poison.
God’s terrors are arrayed against me.

Terrors frighten him on every side
and harass him at every step.

He is ripped from the security of his tent
and marched away to the king of terrors.

He pulls it out of his back,
the flashing tip out of his liver.
Terrors come over him.

For the morning is like darkness to them.
Surely they are familiar with the terrors of darkness!

Terrors overtake him like a flood;
a storm wind sweeps him away at night.

Terrors are turned loose against me;
they chase my dignity away like the wind,
and my prosperity has passed by like a cloud.