when they crouch in their dens, when they wait in ambush in the thicket?

Hide them in the dust together, imprison them in the grave.

Why do I put myself in peril, and take my life in my hands?

They live out their years in prosperity and go down to the grave in peace.

Look at its strength in its loins, and its power in the muscles of its belly.

He is wise in heart and mighty in strength – who has resisted him and remained safe?

They reap fodder in the field, and glean in the vineyard of the wicked.

My glory will always be fresh in me, and my bow ever new in my hand.’

In a dream, a night vision, when deep sleep falls on people as they sleep in their beds.

They meet with darkness in the daytime, and grope about in the noontime as if it were night.

You will come to your grave in a full age, As stacks of grain are harvested in their season.

Although its roots may grow old in the ground and its stump begins to die in the soil,

If God places no trust in his holy ones, if even the heavens are not pure in his eyes,

They come in as through a wide breach; amid the crash they come rolling in.

he lived in ruined towns and in houses where no one lives, where they are ready to crumble into heaps.

Strength lodges in its neck, and despair runs before it.

if iniquity is in your hand – put it far away, and do not let evil reside in your tents.

If they obey and serve him, they live out their days in prosperity and their years in pleasantness.

for while my spirit is still in me, and the breath from God is in my nostrils,

If I am guilty, why then weary myself in vain?