He had never enough for his desire; for this cause his well-being will quickly come to an end.

Even when his wealth is great, he is full of care, for the hand of everyone who is in trouble is turned against him.

All his wealth is stored up for the dark: a fire not made by man sends destruction on him, and on everything in his tent.

God gives him his desire, and sends the heat of his wrath on him, making it come down on him like rain.

The produce of his house is taken away into another country, like things given into the hands of others in the day of wrath.

He may go in flight from the iron spear, but the arrow from the bow of brass will go through him;

The heavens make clear his sin, and the earth gives witness against him.

Then Zophar the Naamathite made answer and said,

He is pulling it out, and it comes out of his back; and its shining point comes out of his side; he is overcome by fears.

That the pride of the sinner is short, and the joy of the evil-doer but for a minute?

This is the reward of the evil man, and the heritage given to him by God.

Though evil-doing is sweet in his mouth, and he keeps it secretly under his tongue;

He takes the poison of snakes into his mouth, the tongue of the snake is the cause of his death.

He is gone like a dream, and is not seen again; he goes in flight like a vision of the night.

Because he has been cruel to the poor, turning away from them in their trouble; because he has taken a house by force which he did not put up;

Have you knowledge of this from early times, when man was placed on the earth,

I have to give ear to arguments which put me to shame, and your answers to me are wind without wisdom.

For this cause my thoughts are troubling me and driving me on.

There is no peace for him in his wealth, and no salvation for him in those things in which he took delight.

His food becomes bitter in his stomach; the poison of snakes is inside him.

Like the waste from his body he comes to an end for ever: those who have seen him say, Where is he?

Let him not see the rivers of oil, the streams of honey and milk.

He takes down wealth as food, and sends it up again; it is forced out of his stomach by God.

Though he takes care of it, and does not let it go, but keeps it still in his mouth;

His bones are full of young strength, but it will go down with him into the dust.

He is forced to give back the fruit of his work, and may not take it for food; he has no joy in the profit of his trading.

Though he is lifted up to the heavens, and his head goes up to the clouds;

His children are hoping that the poor will be kind to them, and his hands give back his wealth.

The eye which saw him sees him no longer; and his place has no more knowledge of him.