Is not their tent-cord plucked up within them? They die, and that without wisdom.

And thou shalt know that thy tent is in peace; And thou shalt visit thy fold, and shalt miss nothing.

They that hate thee shall be clothed with shame; And the tent of the wicked shall be no more.

The light shall be dark in his tent, And his lamp above him shall be put out.

He shall be rooted out of his tent where he trusteth; And he shall be brought to the king of terrors.

There shall dwell in his tent that which is none of his: Brimstone shall be scattered upon his habitation.

His troops come on together, And cast up their way against me, And encamp round about my tent.

All darkness is laid up for his treasures: A fire not blown by man'shall devour him; It shall consume that which is left in his tent.

For ye say, Where is the house of the prince? And where is the tent wherein the wicked dwelt?

As I was in the ripeness of my days, When the friendship of God was upon my tent;

If the men of my tent have not said, Who can find one that hath not been filled with his meat?