Job 20:7 YLT

⁵  That the singing of the wicked 'is' short, And the joy of the profane for a moment,

⁶  Though his excellency go up to the heavens, And his head against a cloud he strike --

⁷  As his own dung for ever he doth perish, His beholders say: 'Where 'is' he?'

⁸  As a dream he fleeth, and they find him not, And he is driven away as a vision of the night,

⁹  The eye hath not seen him, and addeth not. And not again doth his place behold him.