אֵימָה

As the sun was setting, Abram fell into a deep sleep, and suddenly great terror and darkness overwhelmed him.

…and terror and dread will fall on them. By the power of Your arm they will be as still as a stone until Your people pass by, O LORD, until the people You have bought pass by.

I will send My terror ahead of you and throw into confusion every nation you encounter. I will make all your enemies turn and run.

Outside, the sword will take their children, and inside, terror will strike the young man and the young woman, the infant and the gray-haired man.

…and said to them, “I know that the LORD has given you this land and that the fear of you has fallen on us, so that all who dwell in the land are melting in fear of you.

They set up the altar on its foundation and sacrificed burnt offerings on it to the LORD—both the morning and evening burnt offerings—even though they feared the people of the land.

Let Him remove His rod from me, so that His terror will no longer frighten me.

Withdraw Your hand from me, and do not let Your terror frighten me.

It is drawn out of his back, the gleaming point from his liver. Terrors come over him.

Surely no fear of me should terrify you; nor will my hand be heavy upon you.

Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting?

Who can open his jaws, ringed by his fearsome teeth?

My heart pounds within me, and the terrors of death assail me.

From my youth I was afflicted and near death. I have borne Your terrors; I am in despair.

The terror of a king is like the roar of a lion; whoever provokes him forfeits his own life.

Your mind will ponder the former terror: “Where is he who tallies? Where is he who weighs? Where is he who counts the towers?”

A drought is upon her waters, and they will be dried up. For it is a land of graven images, and the people go mad over idols.