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8 For he is sent into a net by his own feet, || And he habitually walks on a snare. 9 A trap seizes on the heel, || The designing prevails over him. 10 His cord is hidden in the earth, || And his trap on the path. 11 Terrors have terrified him all around, || And they have scattered him—at his feet. 12 His sorrow is hungry, || And calamity is ready at his side. 13 It consumes the parts of his skin, || Death’s firstborn consumes his parts. 14 His confidence is drawn from his tent, || And it causes him to step to the king of terrors. 15 It dwells in his tent—out of his provender, || Sulfur is scattered over his habitation. 16 From beneath his roots are dried up, || And from above his crop is cut off. 17 His memorial has perished from the land, || And he has no name on the street. 18 They thrust him from light to darkness, || And cast him out from the habitable earth. 19 He has no continuator, || Nor successor among his people, || And none is remaining in his dwellings. 20 At this day, those [in the] west have been astonished, || And those [in the] east have taken fright. 21 Only these [are] dwelling places of the perverse, || And this [is] the place God has not known.” Job 18:8-21, Literal Standard Version. Copyright © 2020 Covenant Press.
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