Whose hope shall be cut off, and whose trust shall be a spider's web.

But the eyes of the wicked shall fail, and they shall not escape, and their hope shall be as the giving up of the ghost.

The wicked shall see it, and be grieved; he shall gnash with his teeth, and melt away: the desire of the wicked shall perish.

The hope of the righteous shall be gladness: but the expectation of the wicked shall perish.

And every one that heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them not, shall be likened unto a foolish man, which built his house upon the sand:

And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell: and great was the fall of it.

For the morning is to them even as the shadow of death: if one know them, they are in the terrors of the shadow of death.

He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.

My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.

The wicked is driven away in his wickedness: but the righteous hath hope in his death.

O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?

The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law.

And deliver them who through fear of death were all their lifetime subject to bondage.