¹² Thou seekest them, and findest them not, The men who debate with thee, They are as nothing, yea, as nothing, The men who war with thee.

³⁵ I have seen the wicked terrible, And spreading as a green native plant,

³⁶ And he passeth away, and lo, he is not, And I seek him, and he is not found!

⁷ As his own dung for ever he doth perish, His beholders say: `Where `is' he?'

⁸ As a dream he fleeth, and they find him not, And he is driven away as a vision of the night,

⁹ The eye hath not seen him, and addeth not. And not again doth his place behold him.

¹⁴ At even-time, lo, terror, before morning it is not, This `is' the portion of our spoilers, And the lot of our plunderers!