Terrors are turned upon me; my honor and reputation they chase away like the wind, and my welfare has passed away as a cloud.
Terrors are turned upon me: They pursue my soul as the wind: And my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.
Terrors crash upon me; they sweep away my honor like wind; my safety disappears like a cloud.
I have been reduced to nothing. You have taken away my desire like a wind, and my health has passed by like a cloud.