Nothing is left for him to consume;
therefore, his prosperity will not last.

At the height of his success distress will come to him;
the full weight of misery will crush him.

Total darkness is reserved for his treasures.
A fire unfanned by human hands will consume him;
it will feed on what is left in his tent.

When he fills his stomach,
God will send His burning anger against him,
raining it down on him while he is eating.

The possessions in his house will be removed,
flowing away on the day of God’s anger.

If he flees from an iron weapon,
an arrow from a bronze bow will pierce him.

The heavens will expose his iniquity,
and the earth will rise up against him.

Then Zophar the Naamathite replied:

He pulls it out of his back,
the flashing tip out of his liver.
Terrors come over him.

the joy of the wicked has been brief
and the happiness of the godless has lasted only a moment?

This is the wicked man’s lot from God,
the inheritance God ordained for him.

Though evil tastes sweet in his mouth
and he conceals it under his tongue,

He will suck the poison of cobras;
a viper’s fangs will kill him.

He will fly away like a dream and never be found;
he will be chased away like a vision in the night.

For he oppressed and abandoned the poor;
he seized a house he did not build.

Don’t you know that ever since antiquity,
from the time man was placed on earth,

I have heard a rebuke that insults me,
and my understanding makes me reply.

This is why my unsettling thoughts compel me to answer,
because I am upset!

Because his appetite is never satisfied,
he does not let anything he desires escape.

yet the food in his stomach turns
into cobras’ venom inside him.

he will vanish forever like his own dung.
Those who know him will ask, “Where is he?”

He will not enjoy the streams,
the rivers flowing with honey and cream.

He swallows wealth but must vomit it up;
God will force it from his stomach.

though he cherishes it and will not let it go
but keeps it in his mouth,

His bones may be full of youthful vigor,
but will lie down with him in the grave.

He must return the fruit of his labor without consuming it;
he doesn’t enjoy the profits from his trading.

Though his arrogance reaches heaven,
and his head touches the clouds,

His children will beg from the poor,
for his own hands must give back his wealth.

The eye that saw him will see him no more,
and his household will no longer see him.