Though his height mount up to the heavens, And his head reach unto the clouds;
Yet he shall perish for ever like his own dung: They that have seen him shall say, Where is he?
He shall fly away as a dream, and shall not be found: Yea, he shall be chased away as a vision of the night.
The eye which saw him shall see him no more; Neither shall his place any more behold him.
His children shall seek the favor of the poor, And his hands shall give back his wealth.
His bones are full of his youth, But it shall lie down with him in the dust.
Though wickedness be sweet in his mouth, Though he hide it under his tongue,
Though he spare it, and will not let it go, But keep it still within his mouth;
Yet his food in his bowels is turned, It is the gall of asps within him.
He hath swallowed down riches, and he shall vomit them up again; God will cast them out of his belly.
He shall suck the poison of asps: The viper's tongue shall slay him.