His hope shall be rooted out of his tent, and it makes him march to the king of terrors.
But the eyes of the wicked ones shall be consumed, and escape shall perish from them; and their hope shall be like the breathing out of the soul.
A dreadful sound of things is in his ears; the one devastating shall come on him in peace.
The light shall be dark in his tent; and his lamp shall be put out above him;
One draws it, and draws it from his back, even lightning from his gall; terrors come upon him.
For alike are morning and deathshadow to them; for he knows the terrors of death-shade.
He builds his house like a moth, and like a booth that a watchman makes.
He beholds all high things; he is king over all the sons of pride.
whose hope is cut off, and his trust is as a spider’s house.
Those who hate you shall be clothed with shame; and the tent of the wicked one shall not be.
The wicked one shall see and be indignant; he shall gnash his teeth and melt; the desire of the wicked ones shall perish.
My heart is pained within me, and the terrors of death have fallen on me.
The expectation of the righteous ones is joyful, but the hope of the wicked ones shall perish.
The wicked one is thrust out in his evil, but the righteous one seeks refuge in his death.
and might set these free, as many as by fear of death were subject to slavery through all the time to live.