Rotherham(i)
8 For he is thrust into a net by his own feet, and, upon a trap, he marcheth;
9 There catcheth him––by the heel––a gin, there holdeth him fast––a noose:
10 Concealed in the ground is a cord for him,––and a snare for him, on the path.
11 Round about, terrors have startled him, and have driven him to his feet. 12 Let his strength be famished, and, calamity, be ready at his side; 13 Let it devour the members of his body, Let the firstborn of death devour his members; 14 Uprooted, out of his tent, be his confidence, and let it drive him down to the king of terrors; 15 There shall dwell in his tent, what is naught–of–his, Let brimstone be strewed over his dwelling; 16 Beneath, let his roots be dried up, and, above, be cut off his branch;
11 Round about, terrors have startled him, and have driven him to his feet. 12 Let his strength be famished, and, calamity, be ready at his side; 13 Let it devour the members of his body, Let the firstborn of death devour his members; 14 Uprooted, out of his tent, be his confidence, and let it drive him down to the king of terrors; 15 There shall dwell in his tent, what is naught–of–his, Let brimstone be strewed over his dwelling; 16 Beneath, let his roots be dried up, and, above, be cut off his branch;