Bible Verses About Wicked

For he is sent into a net by his own feet, And on a snare he doth walk habitually.

Seize on the heel doth a gin, Prevail over him do the designing.

Hidden in the earth is his cord, And his trap on the path.

Round about terrified him have terrors, And they have scattered him--at his feet.

Hungry is his sorrow, And calamity is ready at his side.

It consumeth the parts of his skin, Consume his parts doth death's first-born.

Drawn from his tent is his confidence, And it causeth him to step to the king of terrors.

It dwelleth in his tent--out of his provender, Scattered over his habitation is sulphur.

From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.

His memorial hath perished from the land, And he hath no name on the street.

They thrust him from light unto darkness, And from the habitable earth cast him out.

He hath no continuator, Nor successor among his people, And none is remaining in his dwellings.

At this day westerns have been astonished And easterns have taken fright.

Only these are tabernacles of the perverse, And this the place God hath not known.

That the singing of the wicked is short, And the joy of the profane for a moment,

Though his excellency go up to the heavens, And his head against a cloud he strike--

As his own dung for ever he doth perish, His beholders say: `Where is he?'

As a dream he fleeth, and they find him not, And he is driven away as a vision of the night,

The eye hath not seen him, and addeth not. And not again doth his place behold him.

His sons do the poor oppress, And his hands give back his wealth.

His bones have been full of his youth, And with him on the dust it lieth down.

Though he doth sweeten evil in his mouth, Doth hide it under his tongue,

Hath pity on it, and doth not forsake it, And keep it back in the midst of his palate,

His food in his bowels is turned, The bitterness of asps is in his heart.

Wealth he hath swallowed, and doth vomit it. From his belly God driveth it out.