Job 18:5–14

“Indeed, the light of the wicked is put out,

and the flame of his fire does not shine.

The light is dark in his tent,

and his lamp above him is put out.

His strong steps are shortened,

and his own schemes throw him down.

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

and he walks on its mesh.

A trap seizes him by the heel;

a snare lays hold of him.

A rope is hidden for him in the ground,

a trap for him in the path.

Terrors frighten him on every side,

and chase him at his heels.

His strength is famished,

and calamity is ready for his stumbling.

It consumes the parts of his skin;

the firstborn of death consumes his limbs.

He is torn from the tent in which he trusted

and is brought to the king of terrors.

“The lamp of a wicked man is snuffed out;

the flame of his fire stops burning.

The light in his tent becomes dark;

the lamp beside him goes out.

The vigor of his step is weakened;

his own schemes throw him down.

His feet thrust him into a net;

he wanders into its mesh.

A trap seizes him by the heel;

a snare holds him fast.

A noose is hidden for him on the ground;

a trap lies in his path.

Terrors startle him on every side

and dog his every step.

Calamity is hungry for him;

disaster is ready for him when he falls.

It eats away parts of his skin;

death’s firstborn devours his limbs.

He is torn from the security of his tent

and marched off to the king of terrors.

Yes, the light of the wicked is extinguished;

the flame of his fire does not glow.

The light in his tent grows dark,

and the lamp beside him is put out.

His powerful stride is shortened,

and his own schemes trip him up.

For his own feet lead him into a net,

and he strays into its mesh.

A trap catches him by the heel;

a noose seizes him.

A rope lies hidden for him on the ground,

and a snare waits for him along the path.

Terrors frighten him on every side

and harass him at every step.

His strength is depleted;

disaster lies ready for him to stumble.

Parts of his skin are eaten away;

death’s firstborn consumes his limbs.

He is ripped from the security of his tent

and marched away to the king of terrors.

“Surely the light of the wicked will be snuffed out.

The sparks of their fire will not glow.

The light in their tent will grow dark.

The lamp hanging above them will be quenched.

The confident stride of the wicked will be shortened.

Their own schemes will be their downfall.

The wicked walk into a net.

They fall into a pit.

A trap grabs them by the heel.

A snare holds them tight.

A noose lies hidden on the ground.

A rope is stretched across their path.

“Terrors surround the wicked

and trouble them at every step.

Hunger depletes their strength,

and calamity waits for them to stumble.

Disease eats their skin;

death devours their limbs.

They are torn from the security of their homes

and are brought down to the king of terrors.

Furthermore, the light of the wicked is put out,

and the flame of his fire will not shine.

The light becomes dark in his tent,

and his lamp above him is put out.

“His strong steps are shortened,

and his own schemes throw him down,

for he is thrust into a net by his feet,

and he walks into a pitfall.

A trap seizes him by the heel;

a snare takes hold of him.

His rope is hidden in the ground,

and his trap on the path.

“Sudden terrors terrify him all around,

and they chase him at his heels.

His wealth will become hunger,

and disaster is ready for his stumbling.

It consumes parts of his skin;

the firstborn of death consumes his limbs.

He is torn from his tent in which he trusted,

and it brought him to the king of terrors.

Yea, the light of the wicked shall be put out,

And the spark of his fire shall not shine.

The light shall be dark in his tabernacle,

And his candle shall be put out with him.

The steps of his strength shall be straitened,

And his own counsel shall cast him down.

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

And he walketh upon a snare.

The gin shall take him by the heel,

And the robber shall prevail against him.

The snare is laid for him in the ground,

And a trap for him in the way.

Terrors shall make him afraid on every side,

And shall drive him to his feet.

His strength shall be hungerbitten,

And destruction shall be ready at his side.

It shall devour the strength of his skin:

Even the firstborn of death shall devour his strength.

His confidence shall be rooted out of his tabernacle,

And it shall bring him to the king of terrors.