That the triumphing of the wicked is short, and the joy of the hypocrite but for a moment?
I have seen the wicked in great power, and spreading himself like a green bay tree. Yet he passed away, and, lo, he was not: yea, I sought him, but he could not be found.
But now ye rejoice in your boastings: all such rejoicing is evil.
For the bed is shorter than that a man can stretch himself on it: and the covering narrower than that he can wrap himself in it.