20 The womb forgets them;the worm consumes them;they aren’t remembered,and so wickedness is shattered like a tree.
21 They prey on the barren, the childless,do nothing good for the widow.
22 They drag away the strong by force;they may get up but without guarantee of survival.
23 They make themselves secure;they are at ease.His eyes are on their ways.
24 They are exalted for a short time, but no longer.They are humbled then gathered in like everyone else;cut off like heads of grain.
25 If this isn’t so, who can prove me a liarand make my words disappear?