For there is not a posterity to the evil, The lamp of the wicked is extinguished.
Let him not put credence in vanity, He hath been deceived, For vanity is his recompence.
How oft is the lamp of the wicked extinguished, And come on them doth their calamity? Pangs He apportioneth in His anger.
He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind `is' the portion of their cup.
For as grass speedily they are cut off, And as the greenness of the tender grass do fade.
The wicked do turn back to Sheol, All nations forgetting God.
The light of the righteous rejoiceth, And the lamp of the wicked is extinguished.
The perverse of heart findeth not good, And the turned in his tongue falleth into evil.
Whoso is vilifying his father and his mother, Extinguished is his lamp in blackness of darkness.
Loftiness of eyes, and breadth of heart, Tillage of the wicked `is' sin.
For, is there a posterity? Then thy hope is not cut off.
Wo to the wicked -- evil, Because the deed of his hand is done to him.
and the foolish said to the prudent, Give us of your oil, because our lamps are going out;
but the sons of the reign shall be cast forth to the outer darkness -- there shall be the weeping and the gnashing of the teeth.'
wild waves of a sea, foaming out their own shames; stars going astray, to whom the gloom of the darkness to the age hath been kept.