A brutish man does not know, nor does a fool understand.
The tents of marauders prosper, and there is security for those who provoke God— for those whom God brings in His hand.
But transgressors will be destroyed altogether. The future of the wicked will be cut off.
Behold, such are the wicked— always at ease and amassing wealth.
I was brutish and ignorant. I was like a beast before You.
They gush out, they speak arrogance— all the evildoers keep boasting.
For the backsliding of the naïve will kill them and the complacency of fools will destroy them.
Their inhabitants are weak handed, shattered and ashamed. They are like the grass of the field and green herb, like grass on roofs, scorched before it is grown up.
So now we are calling the proud blessed. Those who practice iniquity are built up. Indeed, they have tested God, and escaped!”
For, “All humanity is like grass, And all its glory like a wildflower. The grass withers, and the flower falls off,
