For now you are nothing. You see a terror, and are afraid.

Let him take his rod away from me. Let his terror not make me afraid;

withdraw your hand far from me; and do not let your terror make me afraid.

For calamity from God is a terror to me. Because his majesty, I can do nothing.

Behold, my terror shall not make you afraid, neither shall my pressure be heavy on you.

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

There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.

For the arrows of Shaddai are within me. My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.

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 trusts. He shall be brought to the king of terrors.

He draws it forth, and it comes out of his body. Yes, the glittering point comes out of his liver. Terrors are on him.

For the morning is to all of them like thick darkness, for they know the terrors of the thick darkness.

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

Terrors overtake him like waters. A storm steals him away in the night.

Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.