All his days the wicked man suffers torment, the ruthless man through all the years stored up for him.
Terrifying sounds fill his ears; when all seems well, marauders attack him.
He despairs of escaping the realm of darkness; he is marked for the sword.
He wanders about for food like a vulture; he knows the day of darkness is at hand.
Distress and anguish fill him with terror; troubles overwhelm him, like a king poised to attack,
because he shakes his fist at God and vaunts himself against the Almighty,