²⁰ But the wicked^(A) are like the tossing sea,^(B)
    which cannot rest,
    whose waves cast up mire^(C) and mud.
²¹ “There is no peace,”^(D) says my God, “for the wicked.”^(E)

³ At this my body is racked with pain,^(A)
    pangs seize me, like those of a woman in labor;^(B)
I am staggered by what I hear,
    I am bewildered^(C) by what I see.
⁴ My heart^(D) falters,
    fear makes me tremble;^(E)
the twilight I longed for
    has become a horror^(F) to me.

²⁴ What the wicked dread^(A) will overtake them;^(B)
    what the righteous desire will be granted.^(C)

¹⁹ How suddenly^(A) are they destroyed,
    completely swept away^(B) by terrors!

⁵ they saw her and were astounded;
    they fled in terror.^(A)
6 Trembling seized^(B) them there,
    pain like that of a woman in labor.^(C)

¹¹ Terrors^(A) startle him on every side^(B)
    and dog^(C) his every step.