¹³ And good is not to the wicked, and he doth not prolong days as a shadow, because he is not fearing before God.

¹² For who knoweth what `is' good for a man in life, the number of the days of the life of his vanity, and he maketh them as a shadow? for who declareth to man what is after him under the sun?

² As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.

¹¹ Wo to the wicked -- evil, Because the deed of his hand is done to him.

³ and in covetousness, with moulded words, of you they shall make merchandise, whose judgment of old is not idle, and their destruction doth not slumber.

¹⁴ who do not know the thing of the morrow; for what is your life? for it is a vapour that is appearing for a little, and then is vanishing;

²⁹ and they shall come forth; those who did the good things to a rising again of life, and those who practised the evil things to a rising again of judgment.

⁴⁹ so shall it be in the full end of the age, the messengers shall come forth and separate the evil out of the midst of the righteous,

⁵⁰ and shall cast them to the furnace of the fire, there shall be the weeping and the gnashing of the teeth.'

¹⁸ And ye have turned back and considered, Between the righteous and the wicked, Between the servant of God and him who is not His servant.

²¹ There is no peace, said my God, to the wicked!

¹³ Therefore is this iniquity to you as a breach falling, Swelled out in a wall set on high, Whose destruction suddenly, at an instant cometh.

⁴ Man to vanity hath been like, His days `are' as a shadow passing by.

²³ And Thou, O God, dost bring them down To a pit of destruction, Men of blood and deceit reach not to half their days, And I -- I do trust in Thee!

⁵ Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age `is' as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity `is' every man set up. Selah.

⁵ Jehovah the righteous doth try. And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated,

³⁰ That to a day of calamity is the wicked spared. To a day of wrath they are brought.

⁵ That the singing of the wicked `is' short, And the joy of the profane for a moment,

⁵ Also, the light of the wicked is extinguished. And there doth not shine a spark of his fire.

⁶ My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.

⁷ Remember Thou that my life `is' a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.