Job 18:8-16
8
His feet thrust him into a net
and he wanders into its mesh.
9
A trap seizes him by the heel;
a snare holds him fast.
10
A noose is hidden for him on the ground;
a trap lies in his path.
11
Terrors startle him on every side
and dog his every step.
12
Calamity is hungry for him;
disaster is ready for him when he falls.
13
It eats away parts of his skin;
death’s firstborn devours his limbs.
14
He is torn from the security of his tent
and marched off to the king of terrors.
15
Fire resides in his tent;
burning sulfur is scattered over his dwelling.
16
His roots dry up below
and his branches wither above.