“Even if they’re the picture of health,trim and fit and youthful,They’ll end up living in a ghost townsleeping in a hovel not fit for a dog,a ramshackle shack.They’ll never get ahead,never amount to a hill of beans.And then death—don’t think they’ll escape that!They’ll end up shriveled weeds,brought down by a puff of God’s breath.There’s a lesson here: Whoever invests in lies,gets lies for interest,Paid in full before the due date.Some investment!They’ll be like fruit frost-killed before it ripens,like buds sheared off before they bloom.The godless are fruitless—a barren crew;a life built on bribes goes up in smoke.They have sex with sin and give birth to evil.Their lives are wombs for breeding deceit.”