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Destruction Awaits the Wicked

“Haven’t you known this from ancient times,
    since mankind was placed on the earth?
The wicked triumph only briefly;
    the joy of the godless is momentary.
Though he grow as tall as the sky,
    or though his head touches the clouds,
he’ll perish forever, like his own excrement;
    those who saw him will ask, ‘Where is he?’
He’ll vanish[a] like a dream, and no one will find him;
    he will be chased away like a night vision.”

“An eye that gazes at him won’t do so again;
    and his place won’t even recognize him.
10 His sons will make amends to the poor;
    their hands will return his wealth.
11 Though his bones were full of youthful vigor;
    yet they will lie down with him in the dust.

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Footnotes

  1. Job 20:8 Lit. He’ll fly away