Thomson(i)
30 Let him never cast a shadow on the ground, nor escape out of darkness.
31 Let the wind blast his bud, and his blossom fall prematurely. Let him not hope to continue, for vanity shall be his portion.
32 Let his branch lopped unseasonably, die; and let not his young shoot flourish.
33 Let him be gathered like unripe grapes before his time, and fall like the olive blossom.