^{5 Ref} That the triumphing of the wicked is short, The joy of the godless but for a moment?

^{6 Ref} Though his height mount up to the heavens, And his head reach to the clouds,

^{7 Ref} Yet he shall perish forever like his own dung, Those who have seen him shall say, 'Where is he?'

^{8 Ref} He shall fly away as a dream, and shall not be found: Yes, he shall be chased away like a vision of the night.