The Portion of the Wicked

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"This is God's reward for the wicked man, the heritage oppressors receive from Shaddai:

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if his sons become many, they go to the sword; and his children never have enough to eat.

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Those of his who remain are buried by plague, and their widows do not weep.

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Even if he piles up silver like dust and stores away clothing [in mounds] like clay -

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he may collect it, but the just will wear it, and the upright divide up the silver.

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He builds his house weak as a spider's web, as flimsy as a watchman's shack.

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He may lie down rich, but his wealth yields nothing; when he opens his eyes, it isn't there.

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Terrors overtake him like a flood; at night a whirlwind steals him away.

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The east wind carries him off, and he's gone; it sweeps him far from his place.

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Yes, it hurls itself at him, sparing nothing; he does all he can to flee from its power.

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[People] clap their hands at him in derision and hiss him out of his home.