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.

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.