Is there any help at all in me? Is not, abiding success, driven from me?

Round about, terrors have startled him, and have driven him to his feet.

For this cause, from his presence, am I driven in fear, I diligently consider and am kept back from him in dread:

A driven leaf, wilt thou cause to tremble? Or, dry stubble, wilt thou pursue?

Out of the midst, were they driven, men shouted after them, as after a thief;