Let the stars of the twilight of it be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, nor let it behold the eyelids of the morning.

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

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

The light shall be dark in his tent, and his lamp above him shall be put out.

In the dark they dig through houses. They shut themselves up in the daytime. They do not know the light.

None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?

If a man lays at him with the sword it cannot avail, nor the spear, the dart, nor the pointed shaft.