For the morning is to all of them as thick darkness. For they know the terrors of the thick darkness.
Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own. Let a cloud dwell upon it. Let blackness come upon it.
As the thief is ashamed when he is found, so is the house of Israel ashamed, they, their kings, their rulers, and their priests, and their prophets,
A sound of terrors is in his ears. In prosperity the destroyer shall come upon him.
My face is red with weeping, and the shadow of death is on my eyelids,
As often as it passes though, it shall take you. For morning by morning it shall pass through, by day and by night. And it shall be nothing but terror to understand the report.
And she arose at midnight, and took my son from beside me while thy handmaid slept, and laid it in her bosom, and laid her dead child in my bosom.
that it might take hold of the ends of the earth, and the wicked be shaken out of it?