Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion. Again you show yourself powerful to me.
For the thing which I fear comes on me, That which I am afraid of comes to me.
As through a wide breach they come, in the midst of the ruin they roll themselves in.
For calamity from God is a terror to me. Because his majesty, I can do nothing.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me. My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
then you scare me with dreams, and terrify me through visions:
As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to She'ol shall come up no more.
Because of the voice of the enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked. For they bring suffering on me. In anger they hold a grudge against me.
I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.
I have blotted out, as a thick cloud, your transgressions, and, as a cloud, your sins: return to me; for I have redeemed you.
Therefore they will be like the morning mist, and like the dew that passes away early, like the chaff that is driven with the whirlwind out of the threshing floor, and like the smoke out of the chimney.
*Efrayim, what shall I do to you? Yehudah, what shall I do to you? For your love is like a morning cloud, and like the dew that disappears early.