Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it. Let a cloud dwell upon it; Let the blackness of the day terrify it.

For it did not shut up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hide sorrow from my eyes.

As a servant earnestly desires the shadow, and as a hireling looks for his wages,

for we are but of yesterday and know nothing, because our days on earth are a shadow.

He is moist before the sun, and his branches shoot forth in his garden.

before I go, and I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;

a land of obscurity, the darkness of the shadow of death, without any order, and the shining is as darkness.

He discovers deep things out of darkness, and brings the shadow of death to light.

He comes forth like a flower, and withers; he also flees as a shadow, and does not stand.

My face is reddened from weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

My eye also is dim from grief; and all my members are like a shadow.

For the morning is to them like the shadow of death; for they know the terrors of the shadow of death.

He sets an end to darkness, and to every extremity He searches out the stones of darkness and the shadow of death.

There is no darkness, nor shadow of death to hide there the workers of iniquity.

Or who shut up the sea with doors, when it broke forth as it came from the womb?

Have the gates of death been opened to you? Or have you seen the gates of the shadow of death?

The lotus trees cover him with their shadow; the willows of the brook surround him.

The rows of shields are his pride, shut up with a close seal;