^{11 Ref} Round about terrified him have terrors, And they have scattered him -- at his feet.

^{12 Ref} Hungry is his sorrow, And calamity is ready at his side.

^{13 Ref} It consumeth the parts of his skin, Consume his parts doth death's first-born.

^{14 Ref} Drawn from his tent is his confidence, And it causeth him to step to the king of terrors.