Whose harvest the hungry eateth up, and taketh it even out of the thorns, and the robber swalloweth up their substance.

Dreadful sounds fill his ears;
when he is at peace, a robber attacks him.

The gin shall take him by the heel, and the robber shall prevail against him.

In the dark the robber breaks into houses, but by day they shut themselves in; they do not know the light.