He is uprooted from the shelter of his tent, And they parade him before the king of terrors.
But the eyes of the wicked will fail, And they shall not escape, And their hope—loss of life!”
Dreadful sounds are in his ears; In prosperity the destroyer comes upon him.
The light is dark in his tent, And his lamp beside him is put out.
It is drawn, and comes out of the body; Yes, the glittering point comes out of his gall. Terrors come upon him;
For the morning is the same to them as the shadow of death; If someone recognizes them, They are in the terrors of the shadow of death.
He builds his house like a moth, Like a booth which a watchman makes.
He beholds every high thing; He is king over all the children of pride.”
Whose confidence shall be cut off, And whose trust is a spider’s web.
Those who hate you will be clothed with shame, And the dwelling place of the wicked will come to nothing.”
The wicked will see it and be grieved; He will gnash his teeth and melt away; The desire of the wicked shall perish.
My heart is severely pained within me, And the terrors of death have fallen upon me.
The hope of the righteous will be gladness, But the expectation of the wicked will perish.
The wicked is banished in his wickedness, But the righteous has a refuge in his death.
and release those who through fear of death were all their lifetime subject to bondage.