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They have no hope of escaping from darkness, for somewhere a sword is waiting to kill them,

They will not remain rich for long; nothing they own will last. Even their shadows will vanish,

There will be no descendants for godless people, and fire will destroy the homes built by bribery.

I was living in peace, but God took me by the throat and battered me and crushed me. God uses me for target practice

O Earth, don't hide the wrongs done to me! Don't let my call for justice be silenced!

There is someone in heaven to stand up for me and take my side.

I want someone to plead with God for me, as one pleads for a friend.

The end of my life is near. I can hardly breathe; there is nothing left for me but the grave.

In the old proverb someone betrays his friends for money, and his children suffer for it.

Where is there any hope for me? Who sees any?

That is the fate of evil people, the fate of those who care nothing for God.

Time after time you insult me and show no shame for the way you abuse me.

I protest his violence, but no one is listening; no one hears my cry for justice.

"How can we torment him?" You looked for some excuse to attack me.

no wicked people have been happy for long.

They will have to give up all they have worked for; they will have no chance to enjoy their wealth,

The wicked tell God to leave them alone; they don't want to know his will for their lives.

You claim God punishes a child for the sins of his father. No! Let God punish the sinners themselves; let him show that he does it because of their sins.

There is no one to accuse the wicked or pay them back for all they have done.

Let Almighty God be your gold, and let him be silver, piled high for you.