^{8 Ref} For what `is' the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul?

^{9 Ref} His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him?

^{10 Ref} On the Mighty doth he delight himself? Call God at all times?

^{11 Ref} I shew you by the hand of God, That which `is' with the Mighty I hide not.

^{12 Ref} Lo, ye -- all of you -- have seen, And why `is' this -- ye are altogether vain?

^{13 Ref} This `is' the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones From the Mighty they receive.

^{14 Ref} If his sons multiply -- for them `is' a sword. And his offspring `are' not satisfied `with' bread.

^{15 Ref} His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep.

^{16 Ref} If he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing,

^{17 Ref} He prepareth -- and the righteous putteth `it' on, And the silver the innocent doth apportion.

^{18 Ref} He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.

^{19 Ref} Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not.

^{20 Ref} Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.

^{21 Ref} Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place,

^{22 Ref} And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth.

^{23 Ref} It clappeth at him its hands, And it hisseth at him from his place.