Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own; Let a cloud dwell upon it; Let all that maketh black the day terrify it.

Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, Nor hid trouble from mine eyes.

As a servant that earnestly desireth the shadow, And as a hireling that looketh for his wages:

(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, Because our days upon earth are a shadow);

Before I go whence I shall not return, Even to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;

The land dark as midnight, The land of the shadow of death, without any order, And where the light is as midnight.

If he pass through, and shut up, And all unto judgment, then who can hinder him?

He uncovereth deep things out of darkness, And bringeth out to light the shadow of death.

He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

My face is red with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.

In the dark they dig through houses: They shut themselves up in the day-time; They know not the light.

Or who'shut up the sea with doors, When it brake forth, as if it had issued out of the womb;

Have the gates of death been revealed unto thee? Or hast thou seen the gates of the shadow of death?

The lotus-trees cover him with their shade; The willows of the brook compass him about.

His'strong scales are his pride, Shut up together as with a close seal.