^{5 Ref} Also, the light of the wicked is extinguished. And there doth not shine a spark of his fire.

^{6 Ref} The light hath been dark in his tent, And his lamp over him is extinguished.

^{7 Ref} Straitened are the steps of his strength, And cast him down doth his own counsel.

^{8 Ref} For he is sent into a net by his own feet, And on a snare he doth walk habitually.

^{9 Ref} Seize on the heel doth a gin, Prevail over him do the designing.

^{10 Ref} Hidden in the earth is his cord, And his trap on the path.

^{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.