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How long till you put an end to words

Gain understanding and afterward we will speak

Why are we counted as beasts and regarded as stupid in your sight

You who tear yourself in anger shall the earth be forsaken for you

Or shall the rock be removed from its place

The light of the wicked indeed goes out and the flame of his fire does not shine

The light is dark in his tent and his lamp beside him is put out

The steps of his strength are shortened and his own counsel casts him down

For he is cast into a net by his own feet and he walks into a snare

The net takes him by the heel and a snare lays hold of him

A noose is hidden for him on the ground and a trap for him in the road

Terrors frighten him on every side and drive him to his feet

Hi strength is starved and destruction is ready at his side

It devours patches of his skin the first born of death devours his limbs

He is uprooted from the shelter of his tent and they parade him before the king of terrors

They dwell in his tent who are none of his

Brimstone is scattered on his dwelling

His roots are dried out below and his branch withers above

The memory of him perishes from the earth and he has no name among the renowned

He is driven from light into darkness and chased out of the world

He has neither son nor posterity among his people nor any remaining in his dwellings

Those in the west are astonished at his day as those in the east are frightened

Surely such are the dwellings of the wicked and this is the place of him who does not know God