Let darkness and death-shade buy it back, May there settle down upon it a cloud, Let a day's dark eclipse cause it terror:

They grope about in the dark, having no light, and He hath made them to reel, like a drunken man.

Dark clouds, are a veil to him, and he cannot see, or, the vault of the heavens, doth he walk?

He breaketh, in the dark, into houses, - By day, they lock themselves in, They know not the light;

In want and hunger, they were lean, - who used to gnaw the dry ground, a dark night of desolation!

Out of his mouth, torches dart forth, sparks of fire, escape;

As for him that assaileth him, the sword availeth not, spear, dart, or coat of mail: