They are exalted a little while and then are gone; they wither and fade like the mallow; they are cut off like the heads of grain.
Their children come to honor, and they do not know it; they are brought low, and it goes unnoticed.
that the exulting of the wicked is short and the joy of the godless is but for a moment?
They spend their days in prosperity, and in peace they go down to Sheol.
The clods of the valley are sweet to them; everyone will follow after, and those who went before are innumerable.
Those who hate you will be clothed with shame, and the tent of the wicked will be no more.”
Yet a little while, and the wicked will be no more; though you look diligently for their place, they will not be there.
How they are destroyed in a moment, swept away utterly by terrors!
though the wicked sprout like grass and all evildoers flourish, they are doomed to destruction forever,
For the sun rises with its scorching heat and withers the field; its flower falls, and its beauty perishes. It is the same way with the rich; in the midst of a busy life, they will wither away.