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Bible Verses About Wicked
Key Bible Verses
Green he is before the sun, And over his garden his branch goeth out.
By a heap his roots are wrapped, A house of stones he looketh for.
If one doth destroy him from his place, Then it hath feigned concerning him, I have not seen thee!
At peace are the tents of spoilers, And those provoking God have confidence, He into whose hand God hath brought.
Who giveth a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.
Also--surely abominable and filthy Is man drinking as water perverseness.
`All days of the wicked he is paining himself, And few years have been laid up for the terrible one.
A fearful voice is in his ears, In peace doth a destroyer come to him.
He believeth not to return from darkness, And watched is he for the sword.
He is wandering for bread--`Where is it?' He hath known that ready at his hand Is a day of darkness.
Terrify him do adversity and distress, They prevail over him As a king ready for a boaster.
For he stretched out against God his hand, And against the Mighty he maketh himself mighty.
He runneth unto Him with a neck, With thick bosses of his shields.
For he hath covered his face with his fat, And maketh vigour over his confidence.
And he inhabiteth cities cut off, houses not dwelt in, That have been ready to become heaps.
He is not rich, nor doth his wealth rise, Nor doth he stretch out on earth their continuance.
He turneth not aside from darkness, His tender branch doth a flame dry up, And he turneth aside at the breath of His mouth!
Let him not put credence in vanity, He hath been deceived, For vanity is his recompence.
Not in his day is it completed, And his bending branch is not green.
He shaketh off as a vine his unripe fruit, And casteth off as an olive his blossom.
For the company of the profane is gloomy, And fire hath consumed tents of bribery.
To conceive misery, and to bear iniquity, Even their heart doth prepare deceit.
Also, the light of the wicked is extinguished. And there doth not shine a spark of his fire.
The light hath been dark in his tent, And his lamp over him is extinguished.
Straitened are the steps of his strength, And cast him down doth his own counsel.