He leans against his house but it does not hold up, he takes hold of it but it does not stand.
He is dragged from the security of his tent, and marched off to the king of terrors.
The house he builds is as fragile as a moth’s cocoon, like a hut that a watchman has made.
Those who hate you will be clothed with shame, and the tent of the wicked will be no more.”
When the wicked see this, they will worry; they will grind their teeth in frustration and melt away; the desire of the wicked will perish.
Their grave becomes their permanent residence, their eternal dwelling place. They name their lands after themselves,
The hope of the righteous is joy, but the expectation of the wicked will remain unfulfilled.
The household of the wicked will be destroyed, but the tent of the upright will flourish.
You are happy because you conquered Lo-Debar. You say, “Did we not conquer Karnaim by our own power?”
“I will send it out,” says the Lord who rules over all, “and it will enter the house of the thief and of the person who swears falsely in my name. It will land in the middle of his house and destroy both timber and stones.”