His confidence shall be rooted out of his tabernacle, and it shall bring him to the king of terrors.
It shall dwell in his tabernacle, because [it is] none of his: brimstone shall be scattered upon his habitation.
His roots shall be dried up beneath, and above shall his branch be cut off.
His remembrance shall perish from the earth, and he shall have no name in the street.
He shall be driven from light into darkness, and chased out of the world.
He shall neither have son nor nephew among his people, nor any remaining in his dwellings.
They that come after [him] shall be astonied at his day, as they that went before were affrighted.
Surely such [are] the dwellings of the wicked, and this [is] the place [of him that] knoweth not God.
Then Job answered and said,
How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
