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

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

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison of which drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God 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 tabernacle, and it shall bring him to the king of terrors.

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

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

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

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