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

The earth is given into the hand of the wicked: he covereth the faces of the judges thereof; if not, where, and who is he?

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

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

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

God hath 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 walketh upon a snare.

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

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

For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.

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

My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ 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 right; that he should enter into judgment with God.

Even so would he have removed thee out of the strait into a broad place, where there is no straitness; and that which should be set on thy table should be full of fatness.

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

Hast thou entered into the springs of the sea? or hast thou walked in the search of the depth?

Hast thou entered into the treasures of the snow? or hast thou seen the treasures of the hail,

When the dust groweth into hardness, and the clods cleave fast together?

Wilt thou believe him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather it into thy barn?

Behold, he drinketh up a river, and hasteth not: he trusteth that he can draw up Jordan into his mouth.

Canst thou put an hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a thorn?

In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.

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