For he is cast into a net by his own feet, and he wanders into its mesh.
A snare will take him by the heel.
A trap will catch him.
A noose is hidden for him in the ground, a trap for him on the path.
Terrors will make him afraid on every side, and will chase him at his heels.
His strength will be famished.
Calamity will be ready at his side.
The members of his body will be devoured.
The firstborn of death will devour his members.
He will be rooted out of the security of his tent.
He will be brought to the king of terrors.