“I can’t listen to this any longer,” Zophar interrupted. “I took your scolding like a man out there, but I stand by every indictment against you.
“You know as well as I do that a wicked man’s triumph is short-lived. His joy is like a puff of smoke. Even if he reigns over all the earth, he still perishes in the end like garbage, never to be seen again.
“The evil that he hides under his tongue is sweet in his mouth, so he savors it slowly. But in his stomach, it turns to venom, which he has been sucking all the while from the Serpent itself.
“He misses out on the cascading rivers flowing with milk and honey. With nothing more for him to devour, his wealth dries up. He doesn’t enjoy his stolen loot.
“The wicked man encounters trouble at his peak of power, and usually it’s the wicked who destroy him. Just as he’s about to eat, death comes out of nowhere. When the arrow is pulled from his still-warm carcass, you can see the terror of death across his face.
“His treasures are lost in a raging fire, his secret sins are revealed to the world, and the world judges him without mercy. This is all that God prepares for the wicked.”
Inspiration: Job 20