Are their tent cords not pulled up?
They die without wisdom.

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You will know that your tent is secure,
and nothing will be missing when you inspect your home.

Your enemies will be clothed with shame;
the tent of the wicked will exist no longer.

The light in his tent grows dark,
and the lamp beside him is put out.

He is ripped from the security of his tent
and marched away to the king of terrors.

Nothing he owned remains in his tent.
Burning sulfur is scattered over his home.

His troops advance together;
they construct a ramp against me
and camp around my tent.

Total darkness is reserved for his treasures.
A fire unfanned by human hands will consume him;
it will feed on what is left in his tent.

If you return to the Almighty, you will be renewed.
If you banish injustice from your tent

I would be as I was in the days of my youth
when God’s friendship rested on my tent,