For wickedness doesn't crop up from dust, nor does trouble sprout out of the ground;

They meet with darkness in the daytime, and grope in the noonday as in the night.

They grope in the dark without light, and he maketh them to stagger like a drunken man.

From the fragrance of water it doth flourish, And hath made a crop as a plant.

He shall shake off his unripe grape as the vine, and shall cast off his flower as the olive.

But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.

His foot is taken in the net; he comes into its grip.

From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.

“Within the walls [of the wicked] the poor make [olive] oil;
They tread [the grapes in] the wine presses, but thirst.

As a group, deep darkness is their morning time; fear that lives in darkness is their friend."

How much less man -- a grub, And the son of man -- a worm!

It will toss him around without pity. He'll try to break free from its grip,

With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.

I go [about] in mourning garb, [but] not in sunlight; I stand up in the assembly, [and] I cry for help.

Indeed, that [is] a fire that will consume up to Abaddon, and it would uproot all my crop.

The beasts creep into their dens, and take their rest.

So that it might take a grip of the skirts of the earth, shaking all the evil-doers out of it?

Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, or abide by thy crib?

They take a grip of one another; they are joined together, so that they may not be parted.