17-21 “Still, how often does it happen that the wicked fail,or disaster strikes,or they get their just deserts?How often are they blown away by bad luck?Not very often.You might say, ‘God is saving up the punishment for their children.’I say, ‘Give it to them right now so they’ll know whatthey’ve done!’They deserve to experience the effects of their evil,feel the full force of God’s wrath firsthand.What do they care what happens to their familiesafter they’re safely tucked away in the grave?
22-26 “But who are we to tell God how to run his affairs?He’s dealing with matters that are way over our heads.Some people die in the prime of life,with everything going for them—fat and sassy.Others die bitter and bereft,never getting a taste of happiness.They’re laid out side by side in the cemetery,where the worms can’t tell one from the other.
27-33 “I’m not deceived. I know what you’re up to,the plans you’re cooking up to bring me down.Naively you claim that the castles of tyrants fall to pieces,that the achievements of the wicked collapse.Have you ever asked world travelers how they see it?Have you not listened to their storiesOf evil men and women who got off scot-free,who never had to pay for their wickedness?Did anyone ever confront them with their crimes?Did they ever have to face the music?Not likely—they’re given fancy funeralswith all the trimmings,Gently lowered into expensive graves,with everyone telling lies about how wonderful they were.
34 “So how do you expect me to get any comfort from your nonsense?Your so-called comfort is a tissue of lies.”