12. Calamity is hungry for him; disaster is ready for his fall.
13. It eats away pieces of his skin; death’s firstborn devours his limbs.
14. He is torn from the security of his tent, and marched off to the king of terrors.
15. Nothing of his dwells in his tent; brimstone is scattered over his dwelling.
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 land.