"He is tornfrom the securityof his tent,And they marchhim before the kingof terrors.
"But the eyesof the wickedwill fail,And there will be noescapefor them; And their hopeis to breathetheir last."
"Soundsof terrorare in his ears;While at peacethe destroyercomesupon him.
"The lightin his tentis darkened,And his lampgoesout abovehim.
"It is drawnforthand comesout of his back,Even the glitteringpointfrom his gall.Terrorscomeupon him,
"For the morningis the sameto him as thickdarkness,For he is familiarwith the terrorsof thickdarkness.
"He has builthis houselike the spider's web, Or as a hut[which] the watchmanhas made.
"He lookson everythingthat is high;He is kingoverallthe sonsof pride."
Whoseconfidenceis fragile,And whose trusta spider'sweb.
"Those who hateyou will be clothedwith shame,And the tentof the wickedwill be nolonger."
The wickedwill seeit and be vexed,He will gnashhis teethand meltaway;The desireof the wickedwill perish.
My heartis in anguishwithinme, And the terrorsof deathhave fallenupon me.
The hopeof the righteousis gladness,But the expectationof the wickedperishes.
The wickedis thrustdownby his wrongdoing,But the righteoushasa refugewhen he dies.
and might freethose whothrough fearof deathwere subjectto slaveryalltheir lives.
