Their houses are safe from fear, and no rod of God is upon them.
They are not in trouble as others are; they are not plagued like other people.
If he would take his rod away from me and not let dread of him terrify me,
How they are destroyed in a moment, swept away utterly by terrors!
Terrors frighten them on every side and chase them at their heels.
Terrifying sounds are in their ears; in prosperity the destroyer will come upon them.
The tents of robbers are at peace, and those who provoke God are secure, who bring their god in their hands.
Their bull breeds without fail; their cow calves and never miscarries.
then I will punish their transgression with the rod and their iniquity with scourges,