A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.

They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.

And from the wicked their light is withheld, and the uplifted arm shall be broken.

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

So Job died, being old and full of days.

Remember, I pray you, who ever perished, being innocent? or where were the righteous cut off?