Their houses are safe from fear, Neither is the rod of God upon them.
The tents of robbers prosper, And they that provoke God are secure; Into whose hand God bringeth abundantly.
A sound of terrors is in his ears; In prosperity the spoiler shall come upon him:
Terrors shall make him afraid on every side, And shall chase him at his heels.
Their bull gendereth, and faileth not; Their cow calveth, and casteth not her calf.
Let him take his rod away from me, And let not his terror make me afraid:
How are they become a desolation in a moment! They are utterly consumed with terrors.
They are not in trouble as other men; Neither are they plagued like other men.
Then will I visit their transgression with the rod, And their iniquity with stripes.