8 His feet thrust him into a net;he wanders into its mesh.
9 A trap seizes him by the heel;a snare holds him fast.
10 A noose is hidden for him on the ground;a trap lies in his path.
11 Terrors startle him on every sideand dog his every step.
12 Calamity is hungry for him;disaster is ready for him when he falls.
13 It eats away parts of his skin;death’s firstborn devours his limbs.
14 He is torn from the security of his tentand marched off to the king of terrors.