How often does the lamp of the wicked flicker or disaster come upon them, with its fury inflicting pain on them?
Let them be like straw in the wind, like dry grass stolen by a storm.
God stores up his punishment for his children. Let him destroy them so they know.
Let their own eyes witness their doom. Let them drink from the Almighty's wrath.
What do they care about their household after they die, when their numbered days are cut off?