Yea, the light of the wicked shall be put out, and the spark of his fire shall not shine.

That the triumphing of the wicked is short, and the joy of the hypocrite but for a moment?

That the wicked is reserved to the day of destruction? they shall be brought forth to the day of wrath.

The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

There is no peace, saith my God, to the wicked.

Then shall ye return, and discern between the righteous and the wicked, between him that serveth God and him that serveth him not.

So shall it be at the end of the world: the angels shall come forth, and sever the wicked from among the just,

And shall cast them into the furnace of fire: there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth.

And shall come forth; they that have done good, unto the resurrection of life; and they that have done evil, unto the resurrection of damnation.

But thou, O God, shalt bring them down into the pit of destruction: bloody and deceitful men shall not live out half their days; but I will trust in thee.

Therefore this iniquity shall be to you as a breach ready to fall, swelling out in a high wall, whose breaking cometh suddenly at an instant.

And through covetousness shall they with feigned words make merchandise of you: whose judgment now of a long time lingereth not, and their damnation slumbereth not.

For who knoweth what is good for man in this life, all the days of his vain life which he spendeth as a shadow? for who can tell a man what shall be after him under the sun?

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.

Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.