אֵימָה

When the sun was going down, a deep sleep fell on Abram. Now terror and great darkness fell on him.

Terror and dread falls on them. By the greatness of your arm they are as still as a stone, until your people pass over, Yahweh, until the people you have purchased pass over.

I will send my terror before you, and will confuse all the people to whom you come, and I will make all your enemies turn their backs to you.

Outside the sword will bereave, and in the rooms, terror on both young man and virgin, the nursing infant with the gray-haired man.

She said to the men, “I know that Yahweh has given you the land, and that the fear of you has fallen upon us, and that all the inhabitants of the land melt away before you.

In spite of their fear because of the peoples of the surrounding lands, they set the altar on its base; and they offered burnt offerings on it to Yahweh, even burnt offerings morning and evening.

Let him take his rod away from me. Let his terror not make me afraid;

withdraw your hand far from me, and don’t let your terror make me afraid.

He draws it out, and it comes out of his body. Yes, the glittering point comes out of his liver. Terrors are on him.

Behold, my terror will not make you afraid, neither will my pressure be heavy on you.