They trust a thread---a spider's web.

But the wicked will look around in despair and find that there is no way to escape. Their one hope is that death will come.

The wicked see this and are angry; they glare in hate and disappear; their hopes are gone forever.

The hopes of good people lead to joy, but wicked people can look forward to nothing.

"But anyone who hears these words of mine and does not obey them is like a foolish man who built his house on sand.

The rain poured down, the rivers flooded over, the wind blew hard against that house, and it fell. And what a terrible fall that was!"

They fear the light of day, but darkness holds no terror for them.

He looks down on even the proudest animals; he is king of all wild beasts.

I am terrified, and the terrors of death crush me.

Wicked people bring about their own downfall by their evil deeds, but good people are protected by their integrity.

"Where, Death, is your victory? Where, Death, is your power to hurt?"

Death gets its power to hurt from sin, and sin gets its power from the Law.

and in this way set free those who were slaves all their lives because of their fear of death.