Tzofar the Na'amati replied,
"My thoughts are pressing me to answer; I feel such an urge to speak!
I have heard reproof that outrages me, but a spirit past my understanding gives me a reply.
"Don't you know that ever since time began, ever since humans were placed on earth,
that the triumph of the wicked is always short-lived, and the joy of the ungodly is gone in a moment?
His pride may mount to the heavens, his head may touch the clouds;
but he will vanish completely, like his own dung -those who used to see him will ask, 'Where is he?'
Like a dream he flies off and is not found again; like a vision in the night he is chased away.
The eye which once saw him will see him no more, his place will not behold him again.
His children will have to pay back the poor; his hands will restore their wealth.
His bones may be filled with [the vigor of] his youth, but it will join him lying in the dust.
"Wickedness may taste sweet in his mouth, he may savor and roll it around on his tongue,
he may linger over it and not let it go but keep it there in his mouth -
yet in his stomach his food goes bad, it works inside him like snake venom;
the wealth he swallows he vomits back up; God makes him disgorge it.
He sucks the poison of asps, the viper's fangs will kill him.
He will not enjoy the rivers, the streams flowing with honey and cream.
He will have to give back what he toiled for; he won't get to swallow it down -to the degree that he acquired wealth, he won't get to enjoy it.
"For he crushed and abandoned the poor, seizing houses he did not build,
because his appetite would not let him rest, in his greed he let nothing escape;
nothing is left that he did not devour; therefore his well-being will not last.
With all needs satisfied, he will be in distress; the full force of misery will come over him.
"This is what will fill his belly! -[God] will lay on him all his burning anger and make it rain over him, into his insides.
If he flees from the weapon of iron, the bow of bronze will pierce him through
he pulls the arrow out of his back, the shining tip comes out from his innards; terrors come upon him.
"Total darkness is laid up for his treasures, a fire fanned by no one will consume him, and calamity awaits what is left in his tent.
The heavens will reveal his guilt, and the earth will rise up against him.
The income of his household will be carried off; his goods will flow away on the day of his wrath.
This is God's reward for the wicked, the heritage God decrees for him."