He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.
And it riseth -- as a lion Thou huntest me. And Thou turnest back -- Thou shewest Thyself wonderful in me.
For a fear I feared and it meeteth me, And what I was afraid of doth come to me.
As a wide breach they come, Under the desolation have rolled themselves.
For a dread unto me `is' calamity `from' God, And because of His excellency I am not able.
For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' me!
And thou hast affrighted me with dreams, And from visions thou terrifiest me,
Consumed hath been a cloud, and it goeth, So he who is going down to Sheol cometh not up.
Because of the voice of an enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked, For they cause sorrow to move against me, And in anger they hate me.
I `am' afflicted, and expiring from youth, I have borne Thy terrors -- I pine away.
Over me hath Thy wrath passed, Thy terrors have cut me off,
I have blotted out, as `by' a thick cloud, Thy transgressions, And as `by' a cloud thy sins, Return unto Me, for I have redeemed thee.
Therefore they are as a cloud of the morning, And as dew, rising early, going away, As chaff tossed about out of a floor, And as smoke out of a window.
What do I do to thee, O Ephraim? What do I do to thee, O Judah? Your goodness `is' as a cloud of the morning, And as dew rising early -- going.