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.
His strength shall be hunger-bitten, And calamity shall be ready at his side.
When his lamp shined upon my head, And by his light I walked through darkness;
And from the wicked their light is withholden, And the high arm is broken.