My brothers have dealt deceitfully as a brook, as the channel of brooks that pass away;

Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months is with you, and you have appointed his bounds that he can't pass;

He has walled up my way so that I can't pass, and has set darkness in my paths.

They are children of fools, yes, children of base men. They were flogged out of the land.

In a moment they die, even at midnight. The people are shaken and pass away. The mighty are taken away without a hand.