Thomson(i)
5 But the mirth of the wicked is sudden ruin, and the joy of transgressors, destruction,
6 though his gifts mount up to heaven, and his sacrifice reach the clouds.
7 For when he thinketh that he is now firmly established, then shall he be utterly destroyed; and they who have seen him will say, Where is he?
8 Like a dream which is gone, he cannot be found. He is vanished, like a spectre in the night.