4 Don't you know this from old time, Since man was placed on earth,
5 That the triumphing of the wicked is short, The joy of the godless but for a moment?
6 Though his height mount up to the heavens, And his head reach to the clouds,
7 Yet he shall perish forever like his own dung, Those who have seen him shall say, 'Where is he?'
8 He shall fly away as a dream, and shall not be found: Yes, he shall be chased away like a vision of the night.
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