18 “He himself is swift on the water’s surface; their portion is cursed in the land. No one turns toward the path of their vineyards.
19 Drought and heat snatch away the snow waters, like Sheol snatches away those who have sinned.
20 The womb forgets him. The maggot feasts on him until he is no longer remembered, and wickedness is broken like a tree.
21 He feeds on the barren, who does not have a child, and does no good to the widow.
22 Yet he carries off the tyrants by his strength; if he rises up, then he cannot be certain of life.
23 He gives security to him, and he is supported, but his eyes are upon their ways.
24 They are exalted a little while, then they are gone. And they are brought low; they are cut off like all others, and like the heads of grain they wither away.