Job 18:8–16

8 His feet thrust him into a net;

he wanders into its mesh.

9 A trap seizes him by the heel;

a snare holds him fast.

10 A noose is hidden for him on the ground;

a trap lies in his path.

11 Terrors startle him on every side

and dog his every step.

12 Calamity is hungry for him;

disaster is ready for him when he falls.

13 It eats away parts of his skin;

death’s firstborn devours his limbs.

14 He is torn from the security of his tent

and marched off to the king of terrors.

15 Fire resides in his tent;

burning sulfur is scattered over his dwelling.

16 His roots dry up below

and his branches wither above.

8 For he is cast into a net by his own feet,

And he walketh upon a snare.

9 The gin shall take him by the heel,

And the robber shall prevail against him.

10 The snare is laid for him in the ground,

And a trap for him in the way.

11 Terrors shall make him afraid on every side,

And shall drive him to his feet.

12 His strength shall be hungerbitten,

And destruction shall be ready at his side.

13 It shall devour the strength of his skin:

Even the firstborn of death shall devour his strength.

14 His confidence shall be rooted out of his tabernacle,

And it shall bring him to the king of terrors.

15 It shall dwell in his tabernacle, because it is none of his:

Brimstone shall be scattered upon his habitation.

16 His roots shall be dried up beneath,

And above shall his branch be cut off.

8 The wicked walk into a net.

They fall into a pit.

9 A trap grabs them by the heel.

A snare holds them tight.

10 A noose lies hidden on the ground.

A rope is stretched across their path.

11 “Terrors surround the wicked

and trouble them at every step.

12 Hunger depletes their strength,

and calamity waits for them to stumble.

13 Disease eats their skin;

death devours their limbs.

14 They are torn from the security of their homes

and are brought down to the king of terrors.

15 The homes of the wicked will burn down;

burning sulfur rains on their houses.

16 Their roots will dry up,

and their branches will wither.

8 For he is cast into a net by his own feet,

And he walks into a snare.

9 The net takes him by the heel,

And a snare lays hold of him.

10 A noose is hidden for him on the ground,

And a trap for him in the road.

11 Terrors frighten him on every side,

And drive him to his feet.

12 His strength is starved,

And destruction is ready at his side.

13 It devours patches of his skin;

The firstborn of death devours his limbs.

14 He is uprooted from the shelter of his tent,

And they parade him before the king of terrors.

15 They dwell in his tent who are none of his;

Brimstone is scattered on his dwelling.

16 His roots are dried out below,

And his branch withers above.

8 Their feet will be caught in a net

when they walk into its web.

9 A trap will catch them by the heel

and hold them tight.

10 A trap for them is hidden on the ground,

right in their path.

11 Terrible things startle them from every side

and chase them at every step.

12 Hunger takes away their strength,

and disaster is at their side.

13 Disease eats away parts of their skin;

death gnaws at their arms and legs.

14 They are torn from the safety of their tents

and dragged off to Death, the King of Terrors.

15 Their tents are set on fire,

and sulfur is scattered over their homes.

16 Their roots dry up below ground,

and their branches die above ground.

8 For he is cast into a net by his own feet,

And he walketh upon the toils.

9 A gin shall take him by the heel,

And a snare shall lay hold on him.

10 A noose is hid for him in the ground,

And a trap for him in the way.

11 Terrors shall make him afraid on every side,

And shall chase him at his heels.

12 His strength shall be hunger-bitten,

And calamity shall be ready at his side.

13 The members of his body shall be devoured,

Yea, the first-born of death shall devour his members.

14 He shall be rooted out of his tent where he trusteth;

And he shall be brought to the king of terrors.

15 There shall dwell in his tent that which is none of his:

Brimstone shall be scattered upon his habitation.

16 His roots shall be dried up beneath,

And above shall his branch be cut off.

8 For he is sent into the net by his own feet, and he walketh on the meshes; 9 The gin taketh him by the heel, the snare layeth hold on him; 10 A cord is hidden for him in the ground, and his trap in the way.

11 Terrors make him afraid on every side, and chase him at his footsteps. 12 His strength is hunger-bitten, and calamity is ready at his side. 13 The firstborn of death devoureth the members of his body; it will devour his members. 14 His confidence shall be rooted out of his tent, and it shall lead him away to the king of terrors: 15 They who are none of his shall dwell in his tent; brimstone shall be showered upon his habitation: 16 His roots shall be dried up beneath, and above shall his branch be cut off;

8 His own feet get him tangled in a net 

as he walks around on its webbing. 

9 A trap catches his heel. 

A snare holds him. 

10 A rope is hidden on the ground for him. 

A trap is on his path ⸤to catch⸥ him. 

11 “Terrors suddenly pounce on him from every side 

and chase him every step he takes. 

12 Hunger undermines his strength. 

Disaster is waiting beside him. 

13 His skin is eaten away by disease. 

Death’s firstborn son eats away at the limbs of his body. 

14 He is dragged from the safety of his tent 

and marched off to the king of terrors. 

15 Fire lives in his tent. 

Sulfur is scattered over his home. 

16 His roots dry up under him. 

His branches wither over him. 

8 For his own feet lead him into a net,

and he strays into its mesh.

9 A trap catches him by the heel;

a noose seizes him.

10 A rope lies hidden for him on the ground,

and a snare waits for him along the path.

11 Terrors frighten him on every side

and harass him at every step.

12 His strength is depleted;

disaster lies ready for him to stumble.

13 Parts of his skin are eaten away;

death’s firstborn consumes his limbs.

14 He is ripped from the security of his tent

and marched away to the king of terrors.

15 Nothing he owned remains in his tent.

Burning sulfur is scattered over his home.

16 His roots below dry up,

and his branches above wither away.

8 For they are thrust into a net by their own feet,

and they walk into a pitfall.

9 A trap seizes them by the heel;

a snare lays hold of them.

10 A rope is hid for them in the ground,

a trap for them in the path.

11 Terrors frighten them on every side

and chase them at their heels.

12 Their strength is consumed by hunger,

and calamity is ready for their stumbling.

13 By disease their skin is consumed;

the firstborn of Death consumes their limbs.

14 They are torn from the tent in which they trusted

and are brought to the king of terrors.

15 In their tents nothing remains;

sulfur is scattered upon their habitations.

16 Their roots dry up beneath,

and their branches wither above.

8 for he is thrust into a net by his feet,

and he walks into a pitfall.

9 A trap seizes him by the heel;

a snare takes hold of him.

10 His rope is hidden in the ground,

and his trap on the path.

11 “Sudden terrors terrify him all around,

and they chase him at his heels.

12 His wealth will become hunger,

and disaster is ready for his stumbling.

13 It consumes parts of his skin;

the firstborn of death consumes his limbs.

14 He is torn from his tent in which he trusted,

and it brought him to the king of terrors.

15 “Nothing remains for him in his tent;

sulfur is scattered upon his dwelling place.

16 His roots dry up below,

and its branches wither away above.

8 Their feet take them into a net.

They wander right into it.

9 A trap grabs hold of their heels.

It refuses to let them go.

10 A trap lies in their path.

A rope to catch them is hidden on the ground.

11 Terrors alarm them on every side.

They follow them every step of the way.

12 Trouble would like to eat them up.

Danger waits for them when they fall.

13 It eats away parts of their skin.

Death itself feeds on their arms and legs.

14 They are torn away from the safety of their tents.

They are marched off to the one who rules over death.

15 Fire races through their tents.

Burning sulfur is scattered over their homes.

16 Their roots dry up under them.

Their branches dry up above them.

8 “For he is thrown into the net by his own feet,

And he steps on the webbing.

9 “A snare seizes him by the heel,

And a trap snaps shut on him.

10 “A noose for him is hidden in the ground,

And a trap for him on the path.

11 “All around terrors frighten him,

And harry him at every step.

12 “His strength is famished,

And calamity is ready at his side.

13 “His skin is devoured by disease,

The firstborn of death devours his limbs.

14 “He is torn from the security of his tent,

And they march him before the king of terrors.

15 “There dwells in his tent nothing of his;

Brimstone is scattered on his habitation.

16 “His roots are dried below,

And his branch is cut off above.