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

Which are turbid because of ice
And into which the snow melts.

“The paths of their course wind along,
They go up into nothing and perish.

“If your sons sinned against Him,
Then He delivered them into the power of their transgression.

“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 would plunge me into the pit,
And my own clothes would abhor me.

‘Remember now, that You have made me as clay;
And would You turn me into dust again?

“The tents of the destroyers prosper,
And those who provoke God are secure,
Whom God brings into their power.

“He reveals mysteries from the darkness
And brings the deep darkness into light.

“You also open Your eyes on him
And bring him into judgment with Yourself.

“God hands me over to ruffians
And tosses me into the hands of the wicked.

“They make night into day, saying,
‘The light is near,’ in the presence of darkness.

“Will it go down with me to Sheol?
Shall we together go down into the dust?”

“For he is thrown into the net by his own feet,
And he steps on the webbing.

“He is driven from light into darkness,
And chased from the inhabited world.

“Is it because of your reverence that He reproves you,
That He enters into judgment against you?

“In the dark they dig into houses,
They shut themselves up by day;
They do not know the light.

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

He keeps back his soul from the pit,
And his life from passing over into Sheol.

“Then the beast goes into its lair
And remains in its den.

“Have you entered into the springs of the sea
Or walked in the recesses of the deep?

When the dust hardens into a mass
And the clods stick together?

“The arrow cannot make him flee;
Slingstones are turned into stubble for him.