The hope of the righteous is gladness, but the expectation of the wicked shall perish.

The wicked is cast down in his wickedness, but the righteous has refuge in his death.

The enemy said, I will pursue, I will overtake, I will divide the spoils; my desire shall be satisfied on them. I will draw my sword, my hand shall destroy them.

You blew with Your wind, the sea covered them; they sank like lead in the mighty waters.

So are the paths of all who forget the Mighty God; and the hope of the ungodly shall perish,

whose confidence shall be cut off, and whose trust as a spider's house.

But the eyes of the wicked will fail, and their place of escape shall perish; and their hope, as the expiring of the soul!

His spirit departs, he returns to the earth; in that very day his thoughts perish.

Will you still think to say before him who slays you, I am God? But you are a man, and not a god, in the hand of him who slays you.

And I will say to my soul, Soul, you have many goods laid up for many years; take your ease; eat, drink, and be merry.

But God said to him, Fool! This night your soul will be required of you; then whose will those things be which you have prepared?