“Yet how often is the lamp of the wicked snuffed out? How often does calamity come upon them, the fate God allots in his anger?
How often are they like straw before the wind, like chaff swept away by a gale?
It is said, ‘God stores up the punishment of the wicked for their children.’ Let him repay the wicked, so that they themselves will experience it!
Let their own eyes see their destruction; let them drink the cup of the wrath of the Almighty.
For what do they care about the families they leave behind when their allotted months come to an end?
“Can anyone teach knowledge to God, since he judges even the highest?
One person dies in full vigor, completely secure and at ease,
well nourished in body,bones rich with marrow.
Another dies in bitterness of soul, never having enjoyed anything good.
Side by side they lie in the dust, and worms cover them both.
“I know full well what you are thinking, the schemes by which you would wrong me.
You say, ‘Where now is the house of the great, the tents where the wicked lived?’
Have you never questioned those who travel? Have you paid no regard to their accounts—
that the wicked are spared from the day of calamity, that they are delivered from the day of wrath?
Who denounces their conduct to their face? Who repays them for what they have done?
They are carried to the grave, and watch is kept over their tombs.
The soil in the valley is sweet to them; everyone follows after them, and a countless throng goes before them.
“So how can you console me with your nonsense? Nothing is left of your answers but falsehood!”