Their houses are safe from fear, Neither is the rod of God upon them.
They are not in trouble as other men; Neither are they plagued like other men.
Let him take his rod away from me, And let not his fear terrify me:
How are they brought into desolation, as in a moment! They are utterly consumed with terrors.
Terrors shall make him afraid on every side, And shall drive him to his feet.
A dreadful sound is in his ears: In prosperity the destroyer shall come upon him.
The tabernacles of robbers prosper, And they that provoke God are secure; Into whose hand God bringeth abundantly.
Their bull gendereth, and faileth not; Their cow calveth, and casteth not her calf.
Then will I visit their transgression with the rod, and their iniquity with stripes.