Job 18:13-17

“It devours parts of his skin, The firstborn of death devours his limbs.

“He is torn from the security of his tent, And they march him before the king of terrors.

“Nothing of his dwells in his tent; Brimstone is scattered on his home.

“His roots are dried below, And his branch withers above.

“The memory of him perishes from the earth, And he has no name abroad.