Words of Zophar, found, so far, in an old book, chapter 20:
Do you know this from our heritage, even from the establishment of man on earth, that the triumphing of the wicked is short, and the joy of the godless momentary?
Though his loftiness seems to reach heavenward, he perishes forever like his stinky refuse. Those who have seen him will say “Where is he?” Though deception is sweet in his mouth (he hides it under his tongue). . . he swallows riches, but will vomit them up; God will expel them from his belly. He sucks the poison of cobras. He doesn’t bother to notice the streams, the rivers flowing with this world’s offerings. He has oppressed and forsaken the poor; he has seized a house which he had not built.
Because he knew no quietness within him, he does not retain anything he desires. Nothing remains for him to devour. . . nada, zip.
Therefore his prosperity does not endure. In the fullness of his plenty he will be cramped; the hand of everyone who suffers will come against him.
He may flee from the judicial weapon, but the long arm of the Law will grab him.
Judgements strike heavily upon him. The heavens will reveal his iniquity, and the earth will rise up against him.
The increase of his house will depart; his assets will slip away in the days of his anger.
This is the wicked man’s portion from God, the very heritage ultimately decreed to him by the Almighty.
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