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.
Fire resides in his tent; burning sulfur is scattered over his dwelling.
His roots dry up below and his branches wither above.
The memory of him perishes from the earth; he has no name in the land.
He is driven from light into the realm of darkness and is banished from the world.
He has no offspring or descendants among his people, no survivor where once he lived.
People of the west are appalled at his fate; those of the east are seized with horror.
Surely such is the dwelling of an evil man; such is the place of one who does not know God.”