Their homes have peace and are free from fear; no rod of God is on them.
The tents of marauders prosper, and there is security for those who provoke God— for those whom God brings in His hand.
Terrifying sounds are in his ears; in a time of peace, marauders attack him.
On every side terrors frighten him and harass his every step.
His bull breeds without fail; his cow calves and do not miscarry.
who could remove His rod from me, so that His terror would not frighten me.
How suddenly they became a ruin— terminated, consumed by terrors.
They have none of humanity’s trouble, nor are they plagued like others.
if they violate My decrees, and do not keep My mitzvot,