2 “This is why my own troubling thoughts urge me to answer
Because of the agitation I feel.
4 Surely you must have always known this,
5 That the joyful cry of the wicked is brief
6 Although his greatness ascends to heaven
And his head reaches to the clouds,
7 He will perish forever like his own dung;
Those who used to see him will say, ‘Where is he?’
8 He will fly off like a dream, and they will not find him;
He will be chased away like a vision of the night.
12 If what is bad tastes sweet in his mouth,
If he hides it under his tongue,
13 If he savors it and does not let it go
But keeps holding it in his mouth,
14 His food will turn sour inside him;
It will become like the poison* of cobras within him.
15 He has swallowed down wealth, but he will vomit it up;
God will empty it out of his belly.
17 He will never see the streams of water,
The torrents of honey and butter.
He will not enjoy the wealth from his trade.+
19 For he has crushed and abandoned the poor;
He has seized a house that he did not build.
20 But he will feel no peace within himself;
His wealth will not help him escape.
21 There is nothing left for him to devour;
That is why his prosperity will not last.
22 When his wealth reaches its peak, anxiety will overtake him;
The full force of misfortune will come against him.
23 As he fills his belly,
God* will send his burning anger upon him,
Raining it down upon him into his bowels.
24 When he flees from weapons of iron,
Arrows from a copper bow will pierce him.
26 Total darkness awaits his treasures;
A fire that no one fanned will consume him;
Calamity awaits any survivors in his tent.
27 Heaven will uncover his error;
The earth will rise up against him.
29 This is the wicked man’s share from God,
The inheritance that God has decreed for him.”