In the death of a wicked man, hope perisheth, And the expectation of the iniquitous hath been lost.
And the eyes of the wicked are consumed, And refuge hath perished from them, And their hope is a breathing out of soul!
The wicked seeth, and hath been angry, His teeth he gnasheth, and hath melted, The desire of the wicked doth perish!
His spirit goeth forth, he returneth to his earth, In that day have his thoughts perished.
The hope of the righteous is joyful, And the expectation of the wicked perisheth.
The way of Jehovah is strength to the perfect, And ruin to workers of iniquity.
The righteous from distress is drawn out, And the wicked goeth in instead of him.
In his wickedness is the wicked driven away, And trustful in his death is the righteous.
Dost thou really say, `I am God,' Before him who is slaying thee? And thou art man, and not God, In the hand of him who is piercing thee.