8For his own feet lead him into a net,
and he wanders into its mesh.
9A trap seizes his heel;
a snare grips him.
10A noose is hidden in the ground,
and a trap lies in his path.
11Terrors frighten him on every side
and harass his every step.
12His strength is depleted,
and calamity is ready at his side.
13It devours patches of his skin;
the firstborn of death devours his limbs.
14He is torn from the shelter of his tent
and is marched off to the king of terrors.
15Fire resides in his tent;
burning sulfur rains down on his dwelling.
16The roots beneath him dry up,
and the branches above him wither away.
— Job 18:8-16