²⁰ But the wicked are like the tossing sea
    that cannot keep still;
    its waters toss up mire and mud.^(A)
21 There is no peace, says my God, for the wicked.^(B)

³ Therefore my loins are filled with anguish;
    pangs have seized me
    like the pangs of a woman in labor;
I am bowed down so that I cannot hear;
    I am dismayed so that I cannot see.^(A)
4 My mind reels; horror has appalled me;
    the twilight I longed for
    has been turned for me into trembling.^(B)

²⁴ What the wicked dread will come upon them,
    but the desire of the righteous will be granted.^(A)

¹⁹ How they are destroyed in a moment,
    swept away utterly by terrors!^(A)

⁵ As soon as they saw it, they were astounded;
    they were in panic; they took to flight;^(A)
6 trembling took hold of them there,
    pains as of a woman in labor,

¹¹ Terrors frighten them on every side
    and chase them at their heels.^(A)

²¹ Terrifying sounds are in their ears;
    in prosperity the destroyer will come upon them.^(A)