He is ripped from the security of his tent and marched away to the king of terrors.

他要从所倚靠的帐棚被拔出来，带到惊吓的王那里。

他要从所倚靠的帐棚被拔出来，带到使人惊恐的王那里。

他要从所倚靠的帐棚被拔出来，带到使人惊恐的王那里。

他被拖出安稳的帐篷，被押到冥王那里。

他要从他倚靠的帐棚中被拔出来，被带到惊骇的王那里，

他要從所倚靠的帳棚被拔出來，帶到驚嚇的王那裏。

他要從所倚靠的帳棚被拔出來，帶到使人驚恐的王那裏。

他要從所倚靠的帳棚被拔出來，帶到使人驚恐的王那裏。

他被拖出安穩的帳篷，被押到冥王那裡。

他要從他倚靠的帳棚中被拔出來，被帶到驚駭的王那裡，

他被拖出、離開他倚靠的帳棚，他受迫行進、到令人恐怖的王那裏。

彼必見拔於所恃之幕、攜詣威烈之王、

室無餘慶、可復希望、有嚴厲之王焉、而被解至此。

所恃者必移於其幕、或作必移於所恃之幕被逐至可畏之王前、

He is torn from the security of his tent and marched off to the king of terrors.

They are torn away from the safety of their tents. They are marched off to the one who rules over death.

He is torn from the tent in which he trusted and is brought to the king of terrors.

They are torn from the security of their homes and are brought down to the king of terrors.

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

He is uprooted from the shelter of his tent, And they parade him before the king of terrors.

He shall be rooted out of his tent wherein he trusteth; And he shall be brought to the king of terrors.

He is ripped from the security of his tent and marched away to the king of terrors.

His confidence shall be rooted out of his tabernacle, and it shall bring him to the king of terrors.

He is dragged from the security of his tent, and marched off to the king of terrors.

He will be rooted out of the security of his tent. He will be brought to the king of terrors.

The wicked one is thrown down by his own sin, but the righteous one has a refuge in his death.

The wicked one will see it and be angry; he will gnash his teeth in despair. The desire of the wicked leads to ruin.

Where, death, is your victory? Where, death, is your sting?The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law.

But everyone who hears these words of mine and doesn’t act on them will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand.The rain fell, the rivers rose, the winds blew and pounded that house, and it collapsed. It collapsed with a great crash.”

He surveys everything that is haughty; he is king over all the proud beasts.

Your enemies will be clothed with shame; the tent of the wicked will no longer exist.

The hope of the righteous is joy, but the expectation of the wicked will perish.

His source of confidence is fragile; what he trusts in is a spider’s web.

My heart shudders within me; terrors of death sweep over me.

and free those who were held in slavery all their lives by the fear of death.

But the sight of the wicked will fail. Their way of escape will be cut off, and their only hope is their last breath.

For the morning is like darkness to them. Surely they are familiar with the terrors of darkness!