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 tent, And his lamp above him shall be put out.
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 the toils.
A gin shall take (him) by the heel, (And) a snare shall lay hold on him.
A noose is hid for him in the ground, And a trap for him in the way.
Terrors shall make him afraid on every side, And shall chase him at his heels.
His strength shall be hunger-bitten, And calamity shall be ready at his side.
The members of his body shall be devoured, (Yea), the first-born of death shall devour his members.
He shall be rooted out of his tent where he trusteth; And he shall be brought to the king of terrors.
Wild waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame; wandering stars, for whom the blackness of darkness hath been reserved forever.