He that is ready to slip with his feet is like a lamp despised in the thought of him that is at ease.

The light shall be dark in his tent, and his lamp shall be put out with him.

How often is the lamp of the wicked put out! and how often comes their destruction upon them! God distributes sorrows in his anger.

When his lamp shined upon my head, and when by his light I walked through darkness;

I was eyes to the blind, and feet was I to the lame.