He shall be rooted out of his tent where he trusteth;\par\tab And he shall be brought to the king of terrors.
and might deliver all them who through fear of death were all their lifetime subject to bondage.
The wicked is thrust down in his evil-doing;\par\tab But the righteous hath a refuge in his death.
The hope of the righteous {\i shall be} gladness;\par\tab But the expectation of the wicked shall perish.
The wicked shall see it, and be grieved;\par\tab He shall gnash with his teeth, and melt away:\par\tab The desire of the wicked shall perish.
My heart is sore pained within me:\par\tab And the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
He beholdeth everything that is high:\par\tab He is king over all the sons of pride.\par
For the morning is to all of them as thick darkness;\par\tab For they know the terrors of the thick darkness.\par
But the eyes of the wicked shall fail,\par\tab And they shall have no way to flee;\par\tab And their hope shall be the giving up of the ghost.\par
They that hate thee shall be clothed with shame;\par\tab And the tent of the wicked shall be no more.\par
Whose confidence shall break in sunder,\par\tab And whose trust is a spider's web.
A sound of terrors is in his ears;\par\tab In prosperity the destroyer shall come upon him.
The light shall be dark in his tent,\par\tab And his lamp above him shall be put out.
He draweth it forth, and it cometh out of his body;\par\tab Yea, the glittering point cometh out of his gall:\par\tab Terrors are upon him.
He buildeth his house as the moth,\par\tab And as a booth which the keeper maketh.