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His anger burns against me,and he regards me as one of his enemies.

His troops advance together;they construct a ramp against meand camp around my tent.

Though his arrogance reaches heaven,and his head touches the clouds,

he will vanish forever like his own dung.Those who know him will ask, “Where is he?”

The eye that saw him will see him no more,and his household will no longer see him.

His children will beg from the poor,for his own hands must give back his wealth.

His frame may be full of youthful vigor,but it will lie down with him in dust.

Though evil tastes sweet in his mouthand he conceals it under his tongue,

though he cherishes it and will not let it gobut keeps it in his mouth,

yet the food in his stomach turnsinto cobras’ venom inside him.

He swallows wealth but must vomit it up;God will force it from his stomach.

He must return the fruit of his labor without consuming it;he doesn’t enjoy the profits from his trading.

Because his appetite is never satisfied,he does not let anything he desires escape.

Nothing is left for him to consume;therefore, his prosperity will not last.

At the height of his success distress will come to him;the full weight of misery will crush him.

When he fills his stomach,God will send his burning anger against him,raining it down on him while he is eating.

He pulls it out of his back,the flashing tip out of his liver.Terrors come over him.

Total darkness is reserved for his treasures.A fire unfanned by human hands will consume him;it will feed on what is left in his tent.

The heavens will expose his iniquity,and the earth will rise up against him.

The possessions in his house will be removed,flowing away on the day of God’s anger.