5 That the triumphing of the wicked is short, The joy of the godless but for a moment?
6 Though his height mount up to the heavens, And his head reach to the clouds,
7 Yet he shall perish forever like his own dung, Those who have seen him shall say, `Where is he?`
8 He shall fly away as a dream, and shall not be found: Yes, he shall be chased away like a vision of the night.
9 The eye which saw him shall see him no more, Neither shall his place any more see him.
10 His children shall seek the favor of the poor. His hands shall give back his wealth.
11 His bones are full of his youth, But youth shall lie down with him in the dust.
