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“Surely the light of the wicked will be snuffed out.
    The sparks of their fire will not glow.
The light in their tent will grow dark.
    The lamp hanging above them will be quenched.
The confident stride of the wicked will be shortened.
    Their own schemes will be their downfall.
The wicked walk into a net.
    They fall into a pit.
A trap grabs them by the heel.
    A snare holds them tight.
10 A noose lies hidden on the ground.
    A rope is stretched across their path.

11 “Terrors surround the wicked
    and trouble them at every step.
12 Hunger depletes their strength,
    and calamity waits for them to stumble.
13 Disease eats their skin;
    death devours their limbs.
14 They are torn from the security of their homes
    and are brought down to the king of terrors.
15 The homes of the wicked will burn down;
    burning sulfur rains on their houses.
16 Their roots will dry up,
    and their branches will wither.
17 All memory of their existence will fade from the earth;
    no one will remember their names.
18 They will be thrust from light into darkness,
    driven from the world.
19 They will have neither children nor grandchildren,
    nor any survivor in the place where they lived.
20 People in the west are appalled at their fate;
    people in the east are horrified.
21 They will say, ‘This was the home of a wicked person,
    the place of one who rejected God.’”

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Evil people’s fate

To be sure, the light of the wicked goes out;
    the blaze of their fire doesn’t shine.
The light in their tent becomes dark,
    and their lamp above doesn’t shine.
Their strong strides slow down;
    their plans trip themselves.
They are caught by their feet in a net;
    they walk on mesh.
A trap grabs them by the heel;
    a snare tightens on them.
10 A rope is hidden on the ground for them;
    a trap for them along the path.
11 Terrors round about scare them;
    they follow their steps.
12 Their offspring hunger;
    calamity is ready for their spouses.
13 It eats some of their skin.
    Death’s firstborn consumes their limbs.
14 They are snatched from the safety of their tent;
    it parades them before the king of terrors.
15 Nothing they own remains in their tent;
    sulfur is scattered over their home.
16 Their roots dry out below;
    their branches wither above.
17 The memory of them will perish from the earth;
    they will achieve no recognition abroad.
18 They are thrust from light into darkness,
    banished from the world.
19 They have no offspring or descendants among their people,
    no survivor in their dwelling place.
20 Their successors are appalled at what happens to them;
    their predecessors pull their hair.
21 These are surely the dwelling places of the evil;
    this is the place of the one who doesn’t know God.

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