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.

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

yet You will plunge me into the ditch and my own clothes shall despise me.

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

And You open Your eyes on such a one, and bring me into judgment with You.

God has delivered me to the perverse; and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.

For he is thrown into a net by his own feet, and he walks on a net.

Will He reprove you because of your reverence, or enter into judgment with you?

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

He has redeemed my soul from passing over into the Pit, and my life shall see the light.

For He draws up the drops of water; they distill rain into mist,

Then the beast goes into its lair, and it remains in its dens.

Have you entered into the storehouses of the snow? Or have you seen the storehouses of the hail,

when the dust is melted into hardness, and the clods cling fast together?

Can you put a reed rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw with a thorn?

An arrow cannot make him flee; slingstones are turned by him into stubble.