⁷ In the death of a wicked man, hope perisheth, And the expectation of the iniquitous hath been lost.

²⁸ The hope of the righteous `is' joyful, And the expectation of the wicked perisheth.

¹³ So `are' the paths of all forgetting God, And the hope of the profane doth perish,

¹⁴ Whose confidence is loathsome, And the house of a spider his trust.

⁹ The enemy said, I pursue, I overtake; I apportion spoil; Filled is my soul with them; I draw out my sword; My hand destroyeth them: --

¹⁰ Thou hast blown with Thy wind The sea hath covered them; They sank as lead in mighty waters.

²⁰ And the eyes of the wicked are consumed, And refuge hath perished from them, And their hope `is' a breathing out of soul!

⁴ His spirit goeth forth, he returneth to his earth, In that day have his thoughts perished.

³² In his wickedness is the wicked driven away, And trustful in his death `is' the righteous.

⁹ Dost thou really say, `I `am' God,' Before him who is slaying thee? And thou `art' man, and not God, In the hand of him who is piercing thee.

¹⁹ and I will say to my soul, Soul, thou hast many good things laid up for many years, be resting, eat, drink, be merry.

²⁰ `And God said to him, Unthinking one! this night thy soul they shall require from thee, and what things thou didst prepare -- to whom shall they be?