BSB(i)
8 For his own feet lead him into a net, and he wanders into its mesh.
9 A trap seizes his heel; a snare grips him.
10 A noose is hidden in the ground, and a trap lies in his path.
11 Terrors frighten him on every side and harass his every step.
12 His strength is depleted, and calamity is ready at his side.
13 It devours patches of his skin; the firstborn of death devours his limbs.
14 He is torn from the shelter of his tent and is marched off to the king of terrors.
15 Fire resides in his tent; burning sulfur rains down on his dwelling.
16 The roots beneath him dry up, and the branches above him wither away.