Is not their tent-rope within them, torn away? They die, disrobed of wisdom!

And thou shalt know that, at peace, is thy tent, and shalt visit thy fold, and miss nothing;

They who hate thee, shall be clothed with shame, but, the tent of the lawless, shall not be!

The light, hath darkened in his tent, Yea, his lamp above him, goeth out;

Uprooted, out of his tent, be his confidence, and let it drive him down to the king of terrors;

There shall dwell in his tent, what is naught-of-his, Let brimstone be strewed over his dwelling;

Together, enter his troops and have cast up, against me, their mound, and have encamped all around my tent;

Every misfortune, is laid up for his treasures, - There shall consume, a fire, not blown up, - it shall destroy what remaineth in his tent:

For ye say, Where is the house of the noble-minded? And where the dwelling-tent of the lawless?

If thou return unto the Almighty and submit thyself, if thou far remove perversity from thy tent,

As I was, in the days of my prime, when, the intimacy of GOD, was over my tent;