He is torn from the tent in which he trusted and is brought to the king of terrors.
and deliver all those who through fear of death were subject to lifelong slavery.
The wicked is overthrown through his evildoing, but the righteous finds refuge in his death.
The hope of the righteous brings joy, but the expectation of the wicked will perish.
The wicked man sees it and is angry; he gnashes his teeth and melts away; the desire of the wicked will perish!
My heart is in anguish within me; the terrors of death have fallen upon me.
He sees everything that is high; he is king over all the sons of pride.”
For deep darkness is morning to all of them; for they are friends with the terrors of deep darkness.
But the eyes of the wicked will fail; all way of escape will be lost to them, and their hope is to breathe their last.”
Those who hate you will be clothed with shame, and the tent of the wicked will be no more.”
His confidence is severed, and his trust is a spider’s web.
Dreadful sounds are in his ears; in prosperity the destroyer will come upon him.
The light is dark in his tent, and his lamp above him is put out.
It is drawn forth and comes out of his body; the glittering point comes out of his gallbladder; terrors come upon him.
He builds his house like a moth’s, like a booth that a watchman makes.