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It shall go down to the bars of Sheol, When once there is rest in the dust.

There shall dwell in his tent that which is none of his: Brimstone shall be scattered upon his habitation.

My kinsfolk have failed, And my familiar friends have forgotten me.

Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?

His roots shall be dried up beneath, And above shall his branch be cut off.

Yea, the light of the wicked shall be put out, And the spark of his fire shall not shine.

Job 18

He hath walled up my way that I cannot pass, And hath set darkness in my paths.

His troops come on together, And cast up their way against me, And encamp round about my tent.

This is the portion of a wicked man from God, And the heritage appointed unto him by God.

He hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone; And my hope hath he plucked up like a tree.

My breath is strange to my wife, And my supplication to the children of mine own mother.

Then Job answered and said,

I call unto my servant, and he giveth me no answer, `Though' I entreat him with my mouth.

How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words?

He hath stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head.

He hath swallowed down riches, and he shall vomit them up again; God will cast them out of his belly.

Surely such are the dwellings of the unrighteous, And this is the place of him that knoweth not God.

A gin shall take him' by the heel, And' a snare shall lay hold on him.

Then answered Zophar the Naamathite, and said,

And be it indeed that I have erred, Mine error remaineth with myself.

If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father; To the worm, `Thou art' my mother, and my sister;

But he hath made me a byword of the people; And they spit in my face.

God delivereth me to the ungodly, And casteth me into the hands of the wicked.

Job 16

For when a few years are come, I shall go the way whence I shall not return.

Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, And he that voucheth for me is on high.

Unto whom alone the land was given, And no stranger passed among them):

My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is `ready' for me.

And he hath dwelt in desolate cities, In houses which no man inhabited, Which were ready to become heaps;