Job 18:14

He is ripped from the security of his tent
and marched away to the king of terrors.

His source of confidence is fragile;
what he trusts in is a spider’s web.

Your enemies will be clothed with shame;
the tent of the wicked will exist no longer.

But the sight of the wicked will fail.
Their way of escape will be cut off,
and their only hope is their last breath.

For the morning is like darkness to them.
Surely they are familiar with the terrors of darkness!

He surveys everything that is haughty;
he is king over all the proud beasts.

My heart shudders within me;
terrors of death sweep over me.

The wicked man will see it and be angry;
he will gnash his teeth in despair.
The desire of the wicked man will come to nothing.

The hope of the righteous is joy,
but the expectation of the wicked comes to nothing.

The wicked one is thrown down by his own sin,
but the righteous one has a refuge in his death.

But everyone who hears these words of Mine and doesn’t act on them will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand.

Death, where is your victory?
Death, where is your sting?

and free those who were held in slavery all their lives by the fear of death.

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His confidence shall be rooted out of his tabernacle, and it shall bring him to the king of terrors.