Study Desk

He will no longer be rich; his wealth will not endure.His possessions will not increase in the land.

He will not escape from the darkness;flames will wither his shoots,and by the breath of God’s mouth, he will depart.

It will be accomplished before his time,and his branch will not flourish.

His anger tears at me, and he harasses me.He gnashes his teeth at me.My enemy pierces me with his eyes.

I was at ease, but he shattered me;he seized me by the scruff of the neckand smashed me to pieces.He set me up as his target;

his archers surround me.He pierces my kidneys without mercyand pours my bile on the ground.

If a man denounces his friends for a price,the eyes of his children will fail.

Yet the righteous person will hold to his way,and the one whose hands are clean will grow stronger.

Yes, the light of the wicked is extinguished;the flame of his fire does not glow.

The light in his tent grows dark,and the lamp beside him is put out.

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.

His strength is depleted;disaster lies ready for him to stumble.

Parts of his skin are eaten away;death’s firstborn consumes his limbs.

He is ripped from the security of his tentand marched away to the king of terrors.

Nothing he owned remains in his tent.Burning sulfur is scattered over his home.

His roots below dry up,and his branches above wither away.

He has no children or descendants among his people,no survivor where he used to live.

Those in the west are appalled at his fate,while those in the east tremble in horror.

then understand that it is God who has wronged meand caught me in his net.