Job 20:4 - 20:11

Do you know this from of old,

From the establishment of man on earth,

That the shouts of joy of the wicked are short,

And the gladness of the godless momentary?

Though his loftiness goes up to the heavens,

And his head touches the clouds,

He perishes forever like his refuse;

Those who have seen him will say, ‘Where is he?’

He flies away like a dream, and they cannot find him;

Even like a vision of the night he is chased away.

The eye which saw him sees him no longer,

And his place no longer beholds him.

His sons seek the favor of the poor,

And his hands give back his wealth.

His bones are full of his youthful vigor,

But it lies down with him in the dust.