When I think of it I am dismayed, and shuddering seizes my flesh.
I become afraid of all my suffering, for I know thou wilt not hold me innocent.
My flesh trembles for fear of thee, and I am afraid of thy 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
Afflicted and close to death from my youth up, I suffer thy terrors; I am helpless.
They gird themselves with sackcloth, and horror covers them; shame is upon all faces, and baldness on all their heads.
I hear, and my body trembles, my lips quiver at the sound; rottenness enters into my bones, my steps totter beneath me. I will quietly wait for the day of trouble to come upon people who invade us.