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Terrors frighten him on every side, And drive him to his feet.
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His strength is starved, And destruction is ready at his side.
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It devours patches of his skin; The firstborn of death devours his limbs.
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He is uprooted from the shelter of his tent, And they parade him before the king of terrors.
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They dwell in his tent who are none of his; Brimstone is scattered on his dwelling.
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His roots are dried out below, And his branch withers above.
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The memory of him perishes from the earth, And he has no name among the renowned.
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He is driven from light into darkness, And chased out of the world.
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He has neither son nor posterity among his people, Nor any remaining in his dwellings.
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Those in the west are astonished at his day, As those in the east are frightened.
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Surely such are the dwellings of the wicked, And this is the place of him who does not know God."