That night let gloom seize upon it; let it not rejoice among the days of the year; let it not come into the number of the months.

They wind about in the paths of their course, they go off into the waste and perish.

If thy children have sinned against him, he hath also given them over into the hand of their transgression.

The earth is given over into the hand of the wicked man; he covereth the faces of its judges. If not, who then is it?

That thou searchest after mine iniquity, and inquirest into my sin;

Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as clay, and wilt bring me into dust again.

The tents of desolators are in peace, and they that provoke God are secure; into whose hand +God bringeth.

He discovereth deep things out of darkness, and bringeth out into light the shadow of death;

Yet dost thou open thine eyes upon such a one, and bringest me into judgment with thee?

God hath delivered me over to the iniquitous man, and hurled me into the hands of the wicked.

They change the night into day; the light they imagine near in presence of the darkness.

For he is sent into the net by his own feet, and he walketh on the meshes;

He is driven from light into darkness, and chased out of the world.

It shall be that, to fill his belly, he will cast his fierce anger upon him, and will rain it upon him into his flesh.

Will he reason with thee for fear of thee? Will he enter with thee into judgment?

Withered up through want and hunger, they flee into waste places long since desolate and desert:

He hath cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.

For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and into the house of assemblage for all living.

My harp also is turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of weepers.

He hath delivered my soul from going into the pit, and my life shall see the light.

Even so would he have allured thee out of the jaws of distress into a broad place, where there is no straitness; and the supply of thy table would be full of fatness.

And the wild beast goeth into its lair, and they remain in their dens.

Hast thou entered into the storehouses of the snow, and hast thou seen the treasuries of the hail,

When the dust runneth as into a molten mass, and the clods cleave fast together?

Wilt thou trust him to bring home thy seed, and gather it into thy threshing-floor?

From thence he spieth out the prey, his eyes look into the distance;

Wilt thou put a rush-rope into his nose, and pierce his jaw with a spike?

The arrow will not make him flee; slingstones are turned with him into stubble.