‘Is not their tent-cord plucked up within them?
They die, yet without wisdom.’

“You will know that your tent is secure,
For you will visit your abode and fear no loss.

“Those who hate you will be clothed with shame,
And the tent of the wicked will be no longer.”

“The light in his tent is darkened,
And his lamp goes out above him.

“He is torn from the security of his tent,
And they march him before the king of terrors.

“There dwells in his tent nothing of his;
Brimstone is scattered on his habitation.

“His troops come together,
And build up their way against me
And camp around my tent.

Complete darkness is held in reserve for his treasures,
And unfanned fire will devour him;
It will consume the survivor in his tent.

“For you say, ‘Where is the house of the nobleman,
And where is the tent, the dwelling places of the wicked?’

“If you return to the Almighty, you will be restored;
If you remove unrighteousness far from your tent,

As I was in the prime of my days,
When the friendship of God was over my tent;

“And now I have become their taunt,
I have even become a byword to them.

“Have the men of my tent not said,
‘Who can find one who has not been satisfied with his meat’?