They seem to live such painless lives; their bodies are so healthy and strong.
“These wicked people are heavy and prosperous; their waists bulge with fat.
They spend their days in prosperity, then go down to the grave in peace.
Their own mothers will forget them. Maggots will find them sweet to eat. No one will remember them. Wicked people are broken like a tree in the storm.
They are without pity. Listen to their boasting!
By the power of your hand, O Lord, destroy those who look to this world for their reward. But satisfy the hunger of your treasured ones. May their children have plenty, leaving an inheritance for their descendants.
For the wise and the foolish both die. The wise will not be remembered any longer than the fool. In the days to come, both will be forgotten.
I have seen everything in this meaningless life, including the death of good young people and the long life of wicked people.
They are fat and sleek, and there is no limit to their wicked deeds. They refuse to provide justice to orphans and deny the rights of the poor.
“Finally, the poor man died and was carried by the angels to sit beside Abraham at the heavenly banquet. The rich man also died and was buried,