Dreadful sounds are in his ears; during peace, devastation comes upon him.

Terrors frighten him on every side, and have scattered him to his feet.

How have they been brought to desolation, as in a moment! They are fully brought to an end with destruction,

I create the fruit of the lips: Peace, peace, to him who is far off, and to him who is near, says Jehovah; and I will heal him.

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

Let Him take His rod away from me, and do not let the dread of Him terrify me.

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