Terrors are turned loose against me; they drive away my dignity as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed like a cloud.
Therefore they will be like the morning mist, like the early dew that vanishes, like chaff blown from a threshing floor,
For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; my spirit drinks in their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against
From my youth I was afflicted and near death. I have borne Your terrors; I am in despair.
For calamity from God terrifies me, and His splendor I cannot overpower.
I have blotted out your transgressions like a cloud, and your sins like a mist. Return to Me, for I have redeemed you.
My heart pounds within me, and the terrors of death assail me.
If I were to say, ‘I will forget my complaint and change my expression and smile,’
As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so he who goes down to Sheol does not come back up.
What shall I do with you, O Ephraim? What shall I do with you, O Judah? For your loyalty is like a morning mist, like th
For the thing I feared has overtaken me, and what I dreaded has befallen me.
Should I hold my head high, You would hunt me like a lion, and again display Your power against me.
then You frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions,