13 His skin is eaten to the limbs,the firstborn of Death eats his limbs.
14 He is plucked from the security of his tent;and marched off to the king of terrors.
15 Fire lodges in his tent,over his abode brimstone is scattered.
16 Below, his roots dry up,and above, his branches wither.
17 His memory perishes from the earth,and he has no name in the countryside.
18 He is driven from light into darkness,and banished from the world.
19 He has neither offshoot nor offspring among his people,no survivor where once he dwelt.