Job 18:8-16

8His feet thrust him into a net; he wanders into its mesh. 9A trap seizes him by the heel; a snare holds him fast. 10A noose is hidden for him on the ground; a trap lies in his path. 11Terrors startle him on every side and dog his every step. 12Calamity is hungry for him; disaster is ready for him when he falls. 13It eats away parts of his skin; death’s firstborn devours his limbs. 14He is torn from the security of his tent and marched off to the king of terrors. 15Fire resides in his tent; burning sulfur is scattered over his dwelling. 16His roots dry up below and his branches wither above.