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For he is cast into a net by his own feet, And he walks into a snare.
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The net takes him by the heel, And a snare lays hold of him.
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A noose is hidden for him on the ground, And a trap for him in the road.
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Terrors frighten him on every side, And drive him to his feet.
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His strength is starved, And destruction is ready at his side.
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It devours patches of his skin; The firstborn of death devours his limbs.
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He is uprooted from the shelter of his tent, And they parade him before the king of terrors.
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They dwell in his tent who are none of his; Brimstone is scattered on his dwelling.
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His roots are dried out below, And his branch withers above.
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The memory of him perishes from the earth, And he has no name among the renowned.
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He is driven from light into darkness, And chased out of the world.