As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not rejoice among the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.

Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come into it.

The earth is given into the hand of the wicked: he covers the faces of its judges; if not he, who then is it?

Remember, I beseech you, that you have made me as the clay; and will you bring me into dust again?

The tents of robbers prosper, and they that provoke God are secure; into whose hand God brings abundantly.

And do you open your eyes upon such a one, and bring me into judgment with you?

God has delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.

They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.

For he is cast into a net by his own feet, and he walks upon a snare.

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

Will he reprove you for fear of you? will he enter with you into judgment?

They are swift as the waters; their portion is cursed in the earth: no one turns into the way of the vineyards.

From want and famine they are gaunt; fleeing of late into the wilderness, desolate and waste.

He has cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.

My harp also is turned to mourning, and my flute into the voice of them that weep.

He will deliver his soul from going into the pit, and his life shall see the light.

For he will not lay upon man more than what is right; that he should enter into judgment with God.

Even so would he have removed you out of the distress into a broad place, where there is no restraint; and that which should be set on your table should be full of richness.

Then the beasts go into dens, and remain in their places.

Have you entered into the springs of the sea? or have you walked in search of the depths?

Have you entered into the treasury of the snow? or have you seen the treasury of the hail,

When the dust grows into clumps, and the clods cleave fast together?

Will you believe him, that he will bring home your grain, and gather it into your barn?

Behold, though a river rages, he fears not: he is confident though the Jordan rushes into his mouth.

In his neck remains strength, and sorrow is turned into dancing before him.

The arrow cannot make him flee: clingstones with him are turned into stubble.