But wicked men, and foes of God, as fat of lambs, decay; They shall consume, yea, into smoke they shall consume away.
As smoke is driv'n, so drive thou them; as fire melts wax away, Before God's face let wicked men so perish and decay.
For, as an hearth, my bones are burnt, my days, like smoke, do waste.
For, lo, thine enemies, O Lord, thine en'mies perish shall; The workers of iniquity shall be dispersed all.
But let the righteous be glad: let them before God's sight Be very joyful; yea, let them rejoice with all their might.