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.

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

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. But the wicked are like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt. There is no peace, saith my God, to the wicked.

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