Such is the destiny of all who forget God; so perishes the hope of the godless.
What they trust in is fragile ; what they rely on is a spider’s web.
They lean on the web, but it gives way; they cling to it, but it does not hold.
They are like a well-watered plant in the sunshine, spreading its shoots over the garden;
it entwines its roots around a pile of rocks and looks for a place among the stones.
But when it is torn from its spot, that place disowns it and says, ‘I never saw you.’