When he has filled his belly, God will vent his burning anger against him and rain down his blows on him.
Though he flees from an iron weapon, a bronze-tipped arrow pierces him.
He pulls it out of his back, the gleaming point out of his liver. Terrors will come over him;
total darkness lies in wait for his treasures. A fire unfanned will consume him and devour what is left in his tent.
The heavens will expose his guilt; the earth will rise up against him.
A flood will carry off his house, rushing waters on the day of God’s wrath.
Such is the fate God allots the wicked, the heritage appointed for them by God.”