When I think of it I am dismayed, and shuddering seizes my flesh.
I become afraid of all my suffering, for I know you will not hold me innocent.
My flesh trembles for fear of you, and I am afraid of your judgments.
Fear and trembling come upon me, and horror overwhelms me.
I think of God, and I moan; I meditate, and my spirit faints. Selah
Wretched and close to death from my youth up, I suffer your terrors; I am desperate.
They shall put on sackcloth; horror shall cover them. Shame shall be on all faces, baldness on all their heads.
I hear, and I tremble within; my lips quiver at the sound. Rottenness enters into my bones, and my steps tremble beneath me. I wait quietly for the day of calamity to come upon the people who attack us.