And from the wicked their light is withheld, and the high arm is broken.

the land dark as midnight, of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as midnight.

One man dies in his full strength, being wholly at ease and quiet.

[so that] they go about naked without clothing, and being hungry they carry the sheaves.

So Job died, being old and full of days.

If I be wicked, woe to me. And if I be righteous, yet I shall not lift up my head, being filled with shame, and looking upon my affliction.

Remember, I pray thee, who [ever] perished, being innocent? Or where were the upright cut off?