Let darkness and death-shade buy it back, May there settle down upon it a cloud, Let a day's dark eclipse cause it terror:

They grope about in the dark, having no light, and He hath made them to reel, like a drunken man.

Dark clouds, are a veil to him, and he cannot see, or, the vault of the heavens, doth he walk?

He breaketh, in the dark, into houses, - By day, they lock themselves in, They know not the light;

Ravenous beasts have not made a track thereof, neither hath the lion marched thereon:

In want and hunger, they were lean, - who used to gnaw the dry ground, a dark night of desolation!