Why are we counted as cattle? Why are we stupid in your sight?
You who tear yourself in your anger, shall the earth be forsaken for you, or the rock be removed out of its place?
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.
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.
In his tent dwells that which is none of his; sulfur is scattered over his habitation.
He is thrust from light into darkness, and driven out of the world.
He has no posterity or progeny among his people, and no survivor where he used to live.