2 But as for me, my feet were almost gone. My steps had nearly slipped.
3 For I was envious of the arrogant, When I saw the prosperity of the wicked.
4 For there are no struggles in their death, But their strength is firm.
5 They are free from burdens of men, Neither are they plagued like other men.
6 Therefore pride is like a chain around their neck. Violence covers them like a garment.
7 Their eyes bulge with fat. Their minds pass the limits of conceit.
8 They scoff and speak with malice. In arrogance, they threaten oppression.
