¹⁵ He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.

³ Therefore they are as a cloud of the morning, And as dew, rising early, going away, As chaff tossed about out of a floor, And as smoke out of a window.

²² I have blotted out, as `by' a thick cloud, Thy transgressions, And as `by' a cloud thy sins, Return unto Me, for I have redeemed thee.

⁴ For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' me!

⁴ What do I do to thee, O Ephraim? What do I do to thee, O Judah? Your goodness `is' as a cloud of the morning, And as dew rising early -- going.

¹⁵ I `am' afflicted, and expiring from youth, I have borne Thy terrors -- I pine away.

⁴ My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.

⁵ Fear and trembling come in to me, And horror doth cover me.

²³ For a dread unto me `is' calamity `from' God, And because of His excellency I am not able.

¹⁶ And it riseth -- as a lion Thou huntest me. And Thou turnest back -- Thou shewest Thyself wonderful in me.

²⁷ Though I say, `I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'

²⁸ I have been afraid of all my griefs, I have known that Thou dost not acquit me.

¹⁴ And thou hast affrighted me with dreams, And from visions thou terrifiest me,

⁹ Consumed hath been a cloud, and it goeth, So he who is going down to Sheol cometh not up.

²⁵ For a fear I feared and it meeteth me, And what I was afraid of doth come to me.