For trouble from God is a terror to me, and I could not do anything because of His highness.

Behold, my terror shall not make you afraid, and my burden shall not be heavy on you.

One draws it, and treads it from behind, even lightning from his gall; terror is on him.

Who can open the doors to his face? Terror is round about his teeth.

In his neck remains strength, and terror dances before him.

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, their fury is drinking my spirit; the terrors of God are set against me.

Terrors have turned on me; they pursue my soul like the wind; and my good passes away like a cloud.

Terrors shall make him afraid on every side, and shall dash him at his feet.

His hope shall be rooted out of his tent, and you marched to the king of terrors.

For the morning is to them like the shadow of death; for they know the terrors of the shadow of death.

Terrors overtake him like waters; a tempest steals him away in the night.