When I remember, I am troubled. Horror takes hold of my flesh.
I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that you will not hold me innocent.
My flesh trembles for fear of you. I am afraid of your judgments.
Fearfulness and trembling have come on me. Horror has overwhelmed me.
I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed. Selah.
I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
They shall also gird themselves with sackcloth, and horror shall cover them; and shame shall be on all faces, and baldness on all their heads.
I heard, and my body trembled. My lips quivered at the voice. Rottenness enters into my bones, and I tremble in my place, because I must wait quietly for the day of trouble, for the coming up of the people who invade us.