5 The triumph of the wicked is shortand the joy of the impious but for a moment?
6 Though his pride mount up to the heavensand his head reach to the clouds,
7 Yet he perishes forever like the dung he uses for fuel,and onlookers say, “Where is he?”
8 Like a dream he takes flight and cannot be found;he fades away like a vision of the night.
9 The eye which saw him does so no more;nor shall his dwelling again behold him.
10 His sons will restore to the poor,and his hands will yield up his riches.
11 Though his bones are full of youthful vigor,it shall lie with him in the dust.