Terrors frighten him on all sides and dog his every step.

He is dragged from the security of his tent, and marched off to the king of terrors.

Terrors overwhelm him like a flood; at night a whirlwind carries him off.

How desolate they become in a mere moment! Terrifying judgments make their demise complete!

For all of them, the morning is to them like deep darkness; they are friends with the terrors of darkness.

Terrors are turned loose on me; they drive away my honor like the wind, and like a cloud my deliverance has passed away.

In the evening there is sudden terror; by morning they vanish. This is the fate of those who try to plunder us, the destiny of those who try to loot us!

I will bring terrors on you, and you will be no more! Though you are sought after, you will never be found again, declares the sovereign Lord.”

The traders among the peoples hiss at you; you have become a horror, and will be no more.’”

All who know you among the peoples are shocked at you; you have become terrified and will be no more.’”