When a person dies, hope is destroyed; expectation pinned on wealth is destroyed.
but the wicked, looking on, shall be consumed with envy. Escape shall be cut off from them, their only hope their last breath.
The wicked sees and is angry; gnashes his teeth and wastes away; the desire of the wicked come to nothing.
Who breathing his last, returns to the earth; that day all his planning comes to nothing.
The hope of the just brings joy, but the expectation of the wicked perishes.
The Lord is a stronghold to those who walk honestly, downfall for evildoers.
The just are rescued from a tight spot, but the wicked fall into it instead.
The wicked are overthrown by their wickedness, but the just find a refuge in their integrity.
Then, face to face with your killers, will you still say, “I am a god”? No, you are a man, not a god, handed over to those who slay you.