As wicked He hath stricken them, In the place of beholders.

My son! if thou hast been surety for thy friend, Hast stricken for a stranger thy hand,

and he striketh against my mouth, and saith: 'Lo, this hath stricken against thy lips, And turned aside is thine iniquity, And thy sin is covered.'

Wherefore are ye stricken any more? Ye do add apostasy! Every head is become diseased, and every heart is sick.

Unto her come do shepherds and their droves, They have stricken tents by her round about, They have fed each in his own station.

Declare ye him drunk, For against Jehovah he made himself great And Moab hath stricken in his vomit, And he hath been for a derision -- even he.

And Joshua and all Israel seem stricken before them, and flee the way of the wilderness,

And the men of Israel have turned, and the men of Benjamin are troubled, for they have seen that the evil hath stricken against them --

Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.

There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror.

Lo, my terror doth not frighten thee, And my burden on thee is not heavy.

And Jehovah hath devoted to destruction The tongue of the sea of Egypt, And hath waved His hand over the river, In the terror of his wind, And hath smitten it at the seven streams, And hath caused men to tread it with shoes.

At even-time, lo, terror, before morning it is not, This is the portion of our spoilers, And the lot of our plunderers!

Thy heart doth meditate terror, Where is he who is counting? Where is he who is weighing? Where is he who is counting the towers?

Looking for peace -- and there is no good, For a time of healing, and lo, terror.

Hast Thou utterly rejected Judah? Zion hath Thy soul loathed? Wherefore hast Thou smitten us, And there is no healing to us? Looking for peace, and there is no good, And for a time of healing, and lo, terror.

Be not Thou to me for a terror, My hope art Thou in a day of evil.

How hath it been broken down! they have howled, How hath Moab turned the neck ashamed, And Moab hath been for a derision. And for a terror to all round about her.

And have lifted up for thee a lamentation, And said to thee: How hast thou perished, That art inhabited from the seas, The praised city, that was strong in the sea, She and her inhabitants, Who put their terror on all her inhabitants!

Whose graves are appointed in the sides of the pit, And her assembly is round about her grave, All of them wounded, falling by sword, Because they gave terror in the land of the living.

There is Elam, and all her multitude, Round about is her grave, All of them wounded, who are falling by sword, Who have gone down uncircumcised unto the earth -- the lower parts, Because they gave their terror in the land of the living, And they bear their shame with those going down to the pit.

In the midst of the wounded they have appointed a bed for her with all her multitude, Round about him are her graves, All of them uncircumcised, pierced of the sword, For their terror was given in the land of the living, And they bear their shame with those going down to the pit, In the midst of the pierced he hath been put.

There is Meshech, Tubal, and all her multitude, Round about him are her graves, All of them uncircumcised, pierced of the sword, For they gave their terror in the land of the living,

And they lie not with the mighty, Who are falling of the uncircumcised, Who have gone down to sheol with their weapons of war, And they put their swords under their heads, And their iniquities are on their bones, For the terror of the mighty is in the land of the living.

There are princes of the north, All of them, and every Zidonian, Who have gone down with the pierced in their terror, Of their might they are ashamed, And they lie uncircumcised with the pierced of the sword, And they bear their shame with those going down to the pit.

For I have given his terror in the land of the living, And he hath been laid down in the midst of the uncircumcised, With the pierced of the sword -- Pharaoh, and all his multitude, An affirmation of the Lord Jehovah!'

And the sun is about to go in, and deep sleep hath fallen upon Abram, and lo, a terror of great darkness is falling upon him;

and she saith unto the men, 'I have known that Jehovah hath given to you the land, and that your terror hath fallen upon us, and that all the inhabitants of the land have melted at your presence.

and they journey, and the terror of God is on the cities which are round about them, and they have not pursued after the sons of Jacob.

Fall on them doth terror and dread; By the greatness of Thine arm They are still as a stone, Till Thy people pass over, O Jehovah; Till the people pass over Whom Thou hast purchased.

My terror I send before thee, and I have put to death all the people among whom thou comest, and I have given the neck of all thine enemies unto thee.

He doth turn aside from off me his rod, And His terror doth not make me afraid,

Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.

Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.

He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.

How have they become a desolation as in a moment, They have been ended -- consumed from terrors.

My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.

I am afflicted, and expiring from youth, I have borne Thy terrors -- I pine away.

Over me hath Thy wrath passed, Thy terrors have cut me off,

Or hath God tried to go in to take to Himself, a nation from the midst of a nation, by trials, by signs, and by wonders, and by war, and by a strong hand, and by a stretched-out arm, and by great terrors -- according to all that Jehovah your God hath done to you, in Egypt, before your eyes?

For arrows of the Mighty are with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves for me!

Round about terrified him have terrors, And they have scattered him -- at his feet.

Drawn from his tent is his confidence, And it causeth him to step to the king of terrors.

One hath drawn, And it cometh out from the body, And a glittering weapon from his gall proceedeth. On him are terrors.

When together, morning is to them death shade, When he discerneth the terrors of death shade.

and lo, as the manner of the sons of men, he is striking against my lips, and I open my mouth, and I speak, and say unto him who is standing over-against me: My lord, by the appearance turned have been my pangs against me, and I have retained no power.

And it is the Lord, Jehovah of Hosts, Who is striking against the land, and it melteth, And mourned have all the inhabitants in it, And come up as a flood hath all of it, And it hath sunk -- like the flood of Egypt.