Therefore snares are all around you, And sudden fear troubles you,
Withdraw Your hand far from me, And let not the dread of You make me afraid.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me; My spirit drinks in their poison; The terrors of God are arrayed against me.
For when they say, “Peace and safety!” then sudden destruction comes upon them, as labor pains upon a pregnant woman. And they shall not escape.
When your terror comes like a storm, And your destruction comes like a whirlwind, When distress and anguish come upon you.
Upon the wicked He will rain coals; Fire and brimstone and a burning wind Shall be the portion of their cup.
Know then that God has wronged me, And has surrounded me with His net.
Because the hungry eat up his harvest, Taking it even from the thorns, And a snare snatches their substance.
Dreadful sounds are in his ears; In prosperity the destroyer comes upon him.
But you are filled with the judgment due the wicked; Judgment and justice take hold of you.
Terrors frighten him on every side, And drive him to his feet.