2 Therefore, my troubled thoughts make me turn back—because of my inner turmoil.
3 I hear teaching that insults me,but I am forced to answer based on my own understanding.
4 Do you know this from long ago—from when humans were placed on earth—
5 that the rejoicing of the wicked is short,the joy of the godless, brief?
6 Though their height reaches heavenand their heads touch the clouds,
7 they will perish forever like their dung;those who saw them will say, "Where are they?"
8 They will disappear like a dream,and none will find them,carried away like a nighttime vision.