For now you are nothing; you see my terror, and are afraid.

For destruction from God was a terror to me, and by reason of his majesty I could not endure.

Behold, my terror shall not make you afraid, neither shall my hand be heavy upon you.

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

Terrors shall make him afraid on every side, and shall drive him to his feet.

His confidence shall be rooted out of his tent, and it shall bring him to the king of terrors.

It is drawn, and comes out of the body; yea, the glittering sword comes out of his gall: terrors are upon him.

For the morning is to them even as the shadow of death: if one recognizes them, they are in the terrors of the shadow of death.

Terrors take hold on him as waters, a tempest steals him away in the night.

Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my honor as the wind: and my welfare passes away as a cloud.