Wicked people fall to pieces—there’s nothing to them; the homes of good people hold together.
The king commanded it: The order was extended; the bodies of Haman’s ten sons were publicly hanged.
Before you know it, the wicked will have had it; you’ll stare at his once famous place and—nothing! Down-to-earth people will move in and take over, relishing a huge bonanza.
When the storm is over, there’s nothing left of the wicked; good people, firm on their rock foundation, aren’t even fazed.
Count on this: The wicked won’t get off scot-free, and God’s loyal people will triumph.
A person who talks sense is honored; airheads are held in contempt.
Lady Wisdom builds a lovely home; Sir Fool comes along and tears it down brick by brick.
Lives of careless wrongdoing are run-down shacks; holy living builds soaring cathedrals.
God smashes the pretensions of the arrogant; he stands with those who have no standing.