Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.

Fears have come on me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my well-being like a cloud.

Τρομοι εστραφησαν επ' εμε· καταδιωκουσι την ψυχην μου ως ανεμος· και η σωτηρια μου παρερχεται ως νεφος.

Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.