17 How oft is the lamp of the wicked extinguished, And come on them doth their calamity? Pangs He apportioneth in His anger.
18 They are as straw before wind, And as chaff a hurricane hath stolen away,
19 God layeth up for his sons his sorrow, He giveth recompense unto him -- and he knoweth.
20 His own eyes see his destruction, And of the wrath of the Mighty he drinketh.
21 For what 'is' his delight in his house after him, And the number of his months cut off?
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