^{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.

^{15 Ref} It dwelleth in his tent -- out of his provender, Scattered over his habitation is sulphur.

^{16 Ref} From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.

^{17 Ref} His memorial hath perished from the land, And he hath no name on the street.

^{18 Ref} They thrust him from light unto darkness, And from the habitable earth cast him out.

^{19 Ref} He hath no continuator, Nor successor among his people, And none is remaining in his dwellings.