He leans against his house, but it does not stand; he lays hold of it, but it does not endure.
He is torn from the tent in which he trusted, and is brought to the king of terrors.
The house which he builds is like a spider's web, like a booth which a watchman makes.
Those who hate you will be clothed with shame, and the tent of the wicked will be no more.”
The wicked man sees it and is angry; he gnashes his teeth and melts away; the desire of the wicked man comes to naught.
Their graves are their homes for ever, their dwelling places to all generations, though they named lands their own.
The hope of the righteous ends in gladness, but the expectation of the wicked comes to naught.
The house of the wicked will be destroyed, but the tent of the upright will flourish.
you who rejoice in Lo-debar, who say, “Have we not by our own strength taken Karnaim for ourselves?”
I will send it forth, says the Lord of hosts, and it shall enter the house of the thief, and the house of him who swears falsely by my name; and it shall abide in his house and consume it, both timber and stones.”