He leans against his house but it does not stand, He holds fast to it, but it does not hold up.
He is torn from the security of his tent, and marched off to the king of terrors.
The house he built is like a moth’s cocoon, like a hut made for a watchman.
Those who hate you will be clothed with shame. The tent of the wicked will be no more!”
The wicked will see it and be indignant. He will gnash with his teeth and waste away. The desire of the wicked will perish.
Surely he must see, even wise men die. The fool and the brutish will alike perish, leaving their wealth to others.
The prospect of the righteous is joy, but the hope of the wicked perishes.
The house of the wicked will be demolished, but the tent of the upright will flourish.
You are rejoicing for no reason, saying: “Haven’t we taken two horns for ourselves by our own strength?”
“I will send it out”—it is a declaration of Adonai-Tzva’ot—“and it will enter into the house of the thief and into the house of the one who swears falsely by My Name and will reside inside his house destroying it, both its wood and its stones.”