The wicked man travaileth with pain all his days, Even the number of years that are laid up for the oppressor.
A sound of terrors is in his ears; In prosperity the destroyer shall come upon him.
Terrors shall make him afraid on every side, And shall chase him at his heels.
Or darkness, so that thou canst not see, And abundance of waters cover thee.
In a moment they die, even at midnight; The people are shaken and pass away, And the mighty are taken away without hand.