It is drawn, and cometh out of the body; Yea, the glittering sword cometh out of his gall: Terrors are upon him.
Terrors shall make him afraid on every side, And shall drive him to his feet.
His archers compass me round about, He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
If I whet my glittering sword, And mine hand take hold on judgment; I will render vengeance to mine enemies, And will reward them that hate me.
A dreadful sound is in his ears: In prosperity the destroyer shall come upon him.
Knowing therefore the terror of the Lord, we persuade men; but we are made manifest unto God; and I trust also are made manifest in your consciences.
I am afflicted and ready to die From my youth up: While I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.
How are they brought into desolation, as in a moment! They are utterly consumed with terrors.
If he turn not, he will whet his sword; He hath bent his bow, and made it ready.
Terrors take hold on him as waters, A tempest stealeth him away in the night.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
Then said Joab, I may not tarry thus with thee. And he took three darts in his hand, and thrust them through the heart of Absalom, while he was yet alive in the midst of the oak.
His confidence shall be rooted out of his tabernacle, And it shall bring him to the king of terrors.