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He tears me apart in his anger; he holds a grudge against me; he gnashes on me with his teeth. "My enemies look daggers at me.

I was at peace, and he shook me apart. Yes, he grabbed me by the neck and dashed me to pieces. He set me up as his target —

his archers surrounded me. He slashes my innards and shows no mercy, he pours my gall on the ground.

that he would arbitrate between a man and God, just as one does for his fellow human being.

"The light of the wicked will flicker and die, not a spark from his fire will shine,

the light in his tent is darkened, the lamp over him will be snuffed out.

His vigorous stride is shortened, his own plans make him trip and fall.

For his own feet plunge him into a net, he wanders into its meshes.

A noose is hidden for him in the ground; pitfalls lie in his path.

Terrors overwhelm him on every side and scatter about his feet.

"Trouble is hungry for him, calamity ready for his fall;

disease eats away at his skin; the first stages of death devour him gradually.

What he relied on will be torn from his tent, and he will be marched before the king of terrors.

"What isn't his at all will live in his tent; sulfur will be scattered on his home.

His roots beneath him will dry up; above him, his branch will wither.

Memory of him will fade from the land, while abroad his name will be unknown.

"Without son or grandson among his people, no one will remain in his dwellings.

Those who come after will be appalled at his fate, just as those there before were struck with horror.

but know that it's God who has put me in the wrong and closed his net around me.

"Inflamed with anger against me, he counts me as one of his foes.