"They are exalteda littlewhile,then they are gone;Moreover, they are broughtlowand like everythinggatheredup; Even like the headsof grainthey are cutoff.
"His sonsachievehonor,but he does not know[it]; Or they becomeinsignificant,but he does not perceiveit.
That the triumphingof the wickedis short,And the joyof the godlessmomentary?
"They spendtheir daysin prosperity,And suddenlythey godownto Sheol.
"The clodsof the valleywill gentlycoverhim; Moreover, allmenwill followafterhim, While countlessones [go] beforehim.
"Those who hateyou will be clothedwith shame,And the tentof the wickedwill be nolonger."
Yeta littlewhileand the wickedmanwill be nomore;And you will lookcarefullyfor his placeand he will not be [there].
Howthey are destroyedin a moment!They are utterlysweptawayby suddenterrors!
That when the wickedsproutedup likegrassAnd allwho didiniquityflourished,It [was only] that they might be destroyedforevermore.
For the sunriseswith a scorching windand withersthe grass;and its flowerfalls offand the beautyof its appearanceis destroyed;sotoothe rich manin the midst of his pursuitswill fade away.
