Yet his food in his stomach turns sour; It becomes cobra venom within him.
He swallows down riches And vomits them up again; God casts them out of his belly.
He will suck the poison of cobras; The viper's tongue will slay him.
He will not see the streams, The rivers flowing with honey and cream.
He will restore that for which he labored, And will not swallow it down; From the proceeds of business He will get no enjoyment.
For he has oppressed and forsaken the poor, He has violently seized a house which he did not build.
"Because he knows no quietness in his heart, a He will not save anything he desires.
Nothing is left for him to eat; Therefore his well-being will not last.
In his self-sufficiency he will be in distress; Every hand of misery will come against him.
When he is about to fill his stomach, God will cast on him the fury of His wrath, And will rain it on him while he is eating.
He will flee from the iron weapon; A bronze bow will pierce him through.