for the evil have no future; the lamp of the wicked will go out.
Let them not trust in emptiness, deceiving themselves, for emptiness will be their recompense.
“How often is the lamp of the wicked put out? How often does calamity come upon them? How often does God distribute pains in his anger?
On the wicked he will rain coals of fire and sulfur; a scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.
for they will soon fade like the grass and wither like the green herb.
The wicked shall depart to Sheol, all the nations that forget God.
The light of the righteous rejoices, but the lamp of the wicked goes out.
The crooked of mind do not prosper, and the perverse of tongue fall into calamity.
If you curse father or mother, your lamp will go out in utter darkness.
Haughty eyes and a proud heart— the lamp of the wicked—are sin.
Surely there is a future, and your hope will not be cut off.
Woe to the guilty! How unfortunate they are, for what their hands have done shall be done to them.
The foolish said to the wise, ‘Give us some of your oil, for our lamps are going out.’
while the heirs of the kingdom will be thrown into the outer darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.”
wild waves of the sea, casting up the foam of their own shame; wandering stars, for whom the deepest darkness has been reserved forever.