Woe to the wicked-- [it will go] badly [for them], for what they have done will be done to them.
A wicked man writhes in pain all his days; few years are stored up for the ruthless.
Dreadful sounds fill his ears; when he is at peace, a robber attacks him.
He doesn't believe he will return from darkness; he is destined for the sword.
He wanders about for food, [saying,] "Where is it?" He knows the day of darkness is at hand.
Trouble and distress terrify him, overwhelming him like a king prepared for battle.
Yes, the light of the wicked is extinguished; the flame of his fire does not glow.
The light in his tent grows dark, and the lamp beside him is put out.
His powerful stride is shortened, and his own schemes trip him up.
For his own feet lead him into a net, and he strays into its mesh.
A trap catches [him] by the heel; a noose seizes him.
A rope lies hidden for him on the ground, and a snare [waits] for him along the path.
Terrors frighten him on every side and harass him at every step.
His strength is depleted; disaster lies ready for him to stumble.
Parts of his skin are eaten away; death's firstborn consumes his limbs.
He is ripped from the security of his tent and marched away to the king of terrors.
His bones may be full of youthful vigor, but it will lie down with him in the grave.
Though evil tastes sweet in his mouth and he conceals it under his tongue,
though he cherishes it and will not let it go but keeps it in his mouth,
yet the food in his stomach turns into cobras' venom inside him.
He swallows wealth but must vomit it up; God will force it from his stomach.
He will suck the poison of cobras; a viper's fangs will kill him.
He will not enjoy the streams, the rivers flowing with honey and cream.
He must return the fruit of his labor without consuming [it]; he doesn't enjoy the profits from his trading.
For he oppressed and abandoned the poor; he seized a house he did not build.
Because his appetite is never satisfied, he does not escape his desires.
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.
When he fills his stomach, God will send His burning anger against him, raining [it] down on him while he is eating.
If he flees from an iron weapon, [an arrow from] a bronze bow will pierce him.
He pulls it out of his back, the flashing tip out of his liver. Terrors come over 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.
The heavens will expose his iniquity, and the earth will rise up against him.
The possessions in his house will be removed, flowing away on the day of God's anger.
This is the wicked man's lot from God, the inheritance God ordained for him.
Indeed You put them in slippery places; You make them fall into ruin.
How suddenly they become a desolation! They come to an end, swept away by terrors.
Like one waking from a dream, Lord, when arising, You will despise their image.
For they can't sleep unless they have done what is evil; they are robbed of sleep unless they make someone stumble.
They eat the bread of wickedness and drink the wine of violence.
These are the ones who are like dangerous reefs at your love feasts. They feast with you, nurturing only themselves without fear. They are waterless clouds carried along by winds; trees in late autumn-- fruitless, twice dead, pulled out by the roots;