They send forth their little ones like a flock, and their children dance.
They take the timbrel and harp, and rejoice at the sound of the organ.
They spend their days in wealth, and in a moment go down to the grave.
Therefore they say unto God, Depart from us; for we desire not the knowledge of thy ways.
What [is] the Almighty, that we should serve him? and what profit should we have, if we pray unto him?
Lo, their good [is] not in their hand: the counsel of the wicked is far from me.
How oft is the candle of the wicked put out! and [how oft] cometh their destruction upon them! [God] distributeth sorrows in his anger.
They are as stubble before the wind, and as chaff that the storm carrieth away.
God layeth up his iniquity for his children: he rewardeth him, and he shall know [it].
His eyes shall see his destruction, and he shall drink of the wrath of the Almighty.
