For there is no future for the evil-doer; The lamp of the wrongdoers is put out.
But the lamp of the wrong is put out.
Whoever curses his father or his mother, His lamp is put out in deep darkness.
Upon the wrong He rains snares, Fire and sulphur and a scorching wind Are the portion of their cup.
How often is the lamp of the wrong put out, and does come upon them their calamity, sorrows He allots in His displeasure?
wild waves of the sea foaming up their own shame, straying stars for whom blackness of darkness is kept forever.
“And the foolish said to the wise, ‘Give us of your oil, because our lamps are going out.’
but the sons of the reign shall be cast out into outer darkness – there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.”
“Woe to the wrong – evil! For the reward of his hand is done to him.
For certain, there is a hereafter, And let your expectancy not be cut off.
The wrong return to the grave, All the gentiles that forget Elohim.
Let him not trust in falsehood, deceiving himself, for falsehood is his reward.
He who has a crooked heart finds no good, And he who has a perverse tongue falls into evil.
A haughty look, a proud heart, The lamp of the wrong, are sin.
For they soon wither like grass, And fade like green plants.