Job 20

¹Then Sophar the Naamathite answered, and said:

²Therefore various thoughts succeed one another in me, and my mind is hurried away to different things.

³The doctrine with which thou reprovest me, I will hear, and the spirit of my understanding shall answer for me.

⁴This I know from the beginning, since man was placed upon the earth,

⁵That the praise of the wicked is short, and the joy of the hypocrite but for a moment.

⁶If his pride mount up even to heaven, and his head touch the clouds:

⁷In the end he shall be destroyed like a dunghill, and they that has seen him shall say: Where is he?

⁸As a dream that fleeth away he shall not be found, he shall pass as a vision of the night:

⁹The eyes that had seen him, shall see him no more, neither shall his place any more behold him.

¹⁰His children shall be oppressed with want, and his hands shall render him his sorrow.

¹¹His bones shall be filled with the vices of his youth, and they shall sleep with him in the dust.

¹²For when evil shall be sweet in his mouth, he will hide it under his tongue.

¹³He will spare it, and not leave it, and will hide it in his throat.

¹⁴His bread in his belly shall be turned into the gall of asps within him.

¹⁵The riches which he hath swallowed; he shall vomit up, and God shall draw them out of his belly.