11 “Can the papyrus grow up without mire?Can the rushes grow without water?
12 While it is yet in its greenness, not cut down,it withers before any other reed.
13 So are the paths of all who forget God.The hope of the godless man shall perish,
14 Whose confidence shall break apart,Whose trust is a spider’s web.
15 He shall lean on his house, but it shall not stand.He shall cling to it, but it shall not endure.
16 He is green before the sun.His shoots go out along his garden.
17 His roots are wrapped around the rock pile.He sees the place of stones.