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The vigor of his step is weakened; his own schemes throw him down. His feet thrust him into a net; he wanders into its mesh. A trap seizes him by the heel; a snare holds him fast. A noose is hidden for him on the ground; a trap lies in his path. Terrors startle him on every side and dog his every step. Calamity is hungry for him; disaster is ready for him when he falls. It eats away parts of his skin; death’s firstborn devours his limbs.

His strong steps are shortened, and his own schemes throw him down. For he is cast into a net by his own feet, and he walks on its mesh. A trap seizes him by the heel; a snare lays hold of him. A rope is hidden for him in the ground, a trap for him in the path. Terrors frighten him on every side, and chase him at his heels. His strength is famished, and calamity is ready for his stumbling. It consumes the parts of his skin; the firstborn of death consumes his limbs.

The confident stride of the wicked will be shortened. Their own schemes will be their downfall. The wicked walk into a net. They fall into a pit. A trap grabs them by the heel. A snare holds them tight. A noose lies hidden on the ground. A rope is stretched across their path. “Terrors surround the wicked and trouble them at every step. Hunger depletes their strength, and calamity waits for them to stumble. Disease eats their skin; death devours their limbs.

His powerful stride is shortened, and his own schemes trip him up.  For his own feet lead him into a net, and he strays into its mesh. A trap catches him by the heel; a noose seizes him. A rope lies hidden for him on the ground, and a snare waits for him along the path. Terrors frighten him on every side  and harass him at every step. His strength is depleted; disaster lies ready for him to stumble.  Parts of his skin are eaten away; death’s firstborn consumes his limbs.

The steps of his strength shall be straitened, And his own counsel shall cast him down. For he is cast into a net by his own feet, And he walketh upon a snare. The gin shall take him by the heel, And the robber shall prevail against him. The snare is laid for him in the ground, And a trap for him in the way. Terrors shall make him afraid on every side, And shall drive him to his feet. His strength shall be hungerbitten, And destruction shall be ready at his side. It shall devour the strength of his skin: Even the firstborn of death shall devour his strength.

The steps of his strength are shortened, And his own counsel casts him down. For he is cast into a net by his own feet, And he walks into a snare. The net takes him by the heel, And a snare lays hold of him. A noose is hidden for him on the ground, And a trap for him in the road. Terrors frighten him on every side, And drive him to his feet. His strength is starved, And destruction is ready at his side. It devours patches of his skin; The firstborn of death devours his limbs.

“Here’s the rule: The light of the wicked is put out. Their flame dies down and is extinguished. Their house goes dark— every lamp in the place goes out. Their strong strides weaken, falter; they stumble into their own traps. They get all tangled up in their own red tape, Their feet are grabbed and caught, their necks in a noose. They trip on ropes they’ve hidden, and fall into pits they’ve dug themselves. Terrors come at them from all sides. They run dazed and confused. The hungry grave is ready to gobble them up for supper, To lay them out for a gourmet meal, a treat for ravenous Death. They are snatched from their home sweet home and marched straight to the death house. Their lives go up in smoke; acid rain soaks their ruins. Their roots rot and their branches wither. They’ll never again be remembered— nameless in unmarked graves. They are plunged from light into darkness, banished from the world. And they leave empty-handed—not one single child— nothing to show for their life on this earth. Westerners are aghast at their fate, easterners are horrified: ‘Oh no! So this is what happens to perverse people. This is how the God-ignorant end up!’”

“His vigorous stride is shortened, And his own plan brings him down. “For he is thrown into the net by his own feet, And he steps on the webbing. “A snare seizes him by the heel, And a trap snaps shut on him. “A noose for him is hidden in the ground, And a trap for him on the pathway. “All around sudden terrors frighten him, And harass him at every step. “His strength is famished, And disaster is ready at his side. “It devours parts of his skin, The firstborn of death devours his limbs.

“The vigorous stride will be shortened, And his own counsel and the scheme [in which he trusted] will bring his downfall. “For the wicked is thrown into a net by his own feet (wickedness), And he steps on the webbing [of the lattice-covered pit]. “A snare catches him by the heel, And a trap snaps shut on him. “A noose is hidden for him on the ground, And a trap for him on the path. “Terrors frighten him on every side And chase at his heels. “The strength [of the wicked] is famished and weakened, And disaster is ready at his side [if he stops]. “His skin is devoured by disease; The firstborn of death [the worst of diseases] consumes his limbs.

His vigorous steps are restricted, and his own counsel throws him down. For he has been thrown into a net by his feet and he wanders into a mesh. A trap seizes him by the heel; a snare grips him. A rope is hidden for him on the ground and a trap for him lies on the path. Terrors frighten him on all sides and dog his every step. Calamity is hungry for him, and misfortune is ready at his side. It eats away parts of his skin; the most terrible death devours his limbs.