A dreadful sound is in his ears: in prosperity the destroyer shall come upon him.

Terrors shall make him afraid on every side, and shall drive him to his feet.

How are they brought into desolation, as in a moment! they are utterly consumed with terrors.

I create the fruit of the lips; Peace, peace to him that is far off, and to him that is near, saith the LORD; and I will heal him.

There is no peace, saith my God, to the wicked.

Let him take his rod away from me, and let not his fear terrify me:

They are not in trouble as other men; neither are they plagued like other men.