The Swift, Certain Judgment of the Wicked

Job 24:18-25

"May they be scum on the surface of the water, may their share of land be cursed, may no one turn on the way of their vineyards,

may drought and heat steal away their snow water and Sh'ol those who have sinned.

May the womb forget them, may worms find them sweet, may they no longer be remembered -thus may iniquity be snapped like a stick.

They devour childless women and give no help to widows.

"Yet God keeps pulling the mighty along -they get up, even when not trusting their own lives.

However, even if God lets them rest in safety, his eyes are on their ways.

They are exalted for a little while; and then they are gone, brought low, gathered in like all others, shriveled up like ears of grain.

"And even if it isn't so now, still no one can prove me a liar and show that my words are worthless."