For a little while they are important, and then they die; they are laid low and buried like everyone else; they are cut off like the heads of grain.
Their children are honored, but they do not know it; their children are disgraced, but they do not see it.
The happiness of evil people is brief, and the joy of the wicked lasts only a moment.
Evil people enjoy successful lives and then go peacefully to the grave.
The dirt in the valley seems sweet to them. Everybody follows after them, and many people go before them.
Your enemies will be covered with shame, and the tents of the wicked will be gone.”
In a little while the wicked will be no more. You may look for them, but they will be gone.
They are destroyed in a moment; they are swept away by terrors.
Wicked people grow like the grass. Evil people seem to do well, but they will be destroyed forever.
The sun rises with burning heat and dries up the plants. The flower falls off, and its beauty is gone. In the same way the rich will die while they are still taking care of business.