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

His confidence shall be rooted out of his tent, and it shall bring him to the king of terrors.

They shall dwell in his tent, who are none of his: brimstone shall be scattered upon his habitation.

His troops come together, and raise up their way against me, and encamp round about my tent.

All darkness shall be laid up for his treasures: a fire not blown upon shall consume him; it shall go ill with him who is left in his tent.

As I was in the days of my youth, when the secret of God was upon my tent;

If the men of my tent have not, Oh that we had of his meat! we cannot be satisfied.