The lights in their tents become dark. The lamps beside those who are evil go out.
Without any light, they feel their way along in darkness. God makes them unsteady like those who get drunk.
They won’t be rich anymore. Their wealth won’t last. Their property will no longer spread out over the land.
They are torn away from the safety of their tents. They are marched off to the one who rules over death.
“How often are their lamps blown out? How often does trouble come on them? How often does God punish them when he’s angry?
The light of his lamp shone on me. I walked through darkness by his light.
Lord, you keep the lamp of my life burning brightly. You are my God. You bring light into my darkness.
The proud eyes and hearts of sinful people are like a field not plowed. Those things produce nothing good.
Tomorrow evil people won’t have any hope. The lamps of sinners will be blown out.
But the way of those who do what is wrong is like deep darkness. They don’t know what makes them trip and fall.
When I wipe you out, I will put a cover over the heavens. I will darken the stars. I will cover the sun with a cloud. The moon will stop shining.
The light of a lamp will never shine in you again. The voices of brides and grooms will never be heard in you again. Your traders were among the world’s most important people. By your magic spell all the nations were led astray.