¹⁴ from mortals—by your hand, O Lord—
    from mortals whose portion in life is in this world.
May their bellies be filled with what you have stored up for them;
    may their children have more than enough;
    may they leave something over to their little ones.^(A)

⁷ Their eyes swell out with fatness;
    their hearts overflow with follies.^(A)

⁹ Their houses are safe from fear,
    and no rod of God is upon them.^(A)
10 Their bull breeds without fail;
    their cow calves and never miscarries.^(B)
11 They send out their little ones like a flock,
    and their children dance around.
¹² They sing to the tambourine and the lyre
    and rejoice to the sound of the pipe.^(C)
13 They spend their days in prosperity,
    and in peace they go down to Sheol.^(D)
14 They say to God, ‘Leave us alone!
    We do not desire to know your ways.^(E)
15 What is the Almighty,^[a] that we should serve him?
    And what profit do we get if we pray to him?’^(F)

⁹ Foreigners devour his strength,
    but he does not know it;
gray hairs are sprinkled upon him,
    but he does not know it.^(A)