¹⁵ A spirit glided past my face,
    and the hair on my body stood on end.^(A)

“He makes his angels spirits,
    and his servants flames of fire.”^[a](A)

⁴ He makes winds his messengers,^[a](A)
    flames of fire^(B) his servants.

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.

⁸ Terror^(A) will seize them,
    pain and anguish will grip^(B) them;
    they will writhe like a woman in labor.^(C)
They will look aghast at each other,
    their faces aflame.^(D)