12 His wealth will become hunger, and disaster is ready for his stumbling.
13 It consumes parts of his skin; the firstborn of death consumes his limbs.
14 He is torn from his tent in which he trusted, and it brought him to the king of terrors.
15 “Nothing remains for him in his tent; sulfur is scattered upon his dwelling place.
16 His roots dry up below, and its branches wither away above.
17 His remembrance perishes from the earth, and there is not a name for him on the street.
18 “They thrust him from light into darkness, and they drive him out from the world.