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He will not depart from darkness; The flame will dry out his branches, And by the breath of His mouth he will go away.

Let him not trust in futile things, deceiving himself, For futility will be his reward.

It will be accomplished before his time, And his branch will not be green.

He will shake off his unripe grape like a vine, And cast off his blossom like an olive tree.

He tears me in His wrath, and hates me; He gnashes at me with His teeth; My adversary sharpens His gaze on me.

I was at ease, but He has shattered me; He also has taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces; He has set me up for His target,

His archers surround me.He pierces my heart [fn] and does not pity;He pours out my gall on the ground.

Oh, that one might plead for a man with God, As a man pleads for his neighbor!

He who speaks flattery to his friends, Even the eyes of his children will fail.

Yet the righteous will hold to his way, And he who has clean hands will be stronger and stronger.

"The light of the wicked indeed goes out, And the flame of his fire does not shine.

The light is dark in his tent, And his lamp beside him is put out.

The steps of his strength are shortened, And his own counsel casts him down.

For he is cast into a net by his own feet, And he walks into a snare.

Terrors frighten him on every side, And drive him to his feet.

His strength is starved, And destruction is ready at his side.

It devours patches of his skin; The firstborn of death devours his limbs.

He is uprooted from the shelter of his tent, And they parade him before the king of terrors.

They dwell in his tent who are none of his; Brimstone is scattered on his dwelling.

His roots are dried out below, And his branch withers above.