His confidence shall be plucked out from his tent, and it shall drive him to the king of terrors.
And the eyes of the unjust shall be consumed, and flight shall perish from them, and their hope a breathing out of the soul.
The voice of fears in his ears: in peace he destroying shall come upon him.
The light was darkened in his tent, and his lamp shall be extinguished for him.
Being drawn it will come forth from the body; and the lightning will go from his bile, and terrors upon him.
For the morning altogether to them the shadow of death: if it shall be known, the terrors of the shadow of death.
He built his house as the moth, and as a booth he watching made.
He will see every thing high: he is king over all the sons of pride.
Which his hope shall be cut off, and the spider's house his trust
They hating thee shall put on shame; and the tent of the unjust shall not be.
The unjust one shall see and be angry; shall gnash his teeth and he melted away: the desire of the unjust shall perish.
My heart will be pained within me, and the terrors of death fell upon me.
The hope of the just is gladness: and the expectation of the unjust shall perish.
The unjust one shall be driven away in his evil: and the just one trusted in his death.
And deliver them, as many as by fear of death were always to live bound by slavery.