though the wicked sprout like grass and all evildoers flourish, they will be eternally destroyed.

恶人茂盛如草，一切作孽之人发旺的时候，正是他们要灭亡，直到永远。

恶人虽茂盛如草，作恶的人虽全都兴旺，他们却要灭亡，直到永远。

恶人虽茂盛如草，作恶的人虽全都兴旺，他们却要灭亡，直到永远。

恶人虽如草滋生，一时亨通，但终必永远灭亡。

恶人虽好像草一样繁茂，所有作孽的人虽然兴旺，他们都要永远灭亡。

尽管恶人如牧草茂盛，所有做坏事的人都兴旺，他们也要被永远除灭。

惡人茂盛如草，一切作孽之人發旺的時候，正是他們要滅亡，直到永遠。

惡人雖茂盛如草，作惡的人雖全都興旺，他們卻要滅亡，直到永遠。

惡人雖茂盛如草，作惡的人雖全都興旺，他們卻要滅亡，直到永遠。

惡人雖如草滋生，一時亨通，但終必永遠滅亡。

惡人雖好像草一樣繁茂，所有作孽的人雖然興旺，他們都要永遠滅亡。

惡人發生如草，一切作孽之人一時發旺，正是要永久消滅的。

儘管惡人如牧草茂盛，所有做壞事的人都興旺，他們也要被永遠除滅。

惡人發生如草、作慝者興盛、無非使之恆亡兮、

惡者亨通、知草萌芽、轉瞬凋零、至於永亡兮、

惡人興盛似草、為非者發旺如花、終必永滅、

豈彼冥頑。所能領會。

that though the wicked spring up like grass and all evildoers flourish, they will be destroyed forever.

Those who are evil spring up like grass. Those who do wrong succeed. But they will be destroyed forever.

that though the wicked sprout like grass and all evildoers flourish, they are doomed to destruction forever;

Though the wicked sprout like weeds and evildoers flourish, they will be destroyed forever.

When the wicked sprouted up like grass And all who did injustice flourished, It was only that they might be destroyed forevermore.

When the wicked spring up like grass, And when all the workers of iniquity flourish, It is that they may be destroyed forever.

When the wicked spring as the grass, And when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; It is that they shall be destroyed for ever.

though the wicked sprout like grass and all evildoers flourish, they will be eternally destroyed.

When the wicked spring as the grass, and when all the workers of iniquity do flourish;[ it is] that they shall be destroyed for ever:

When the wicked sprout up like grass, and all the evildoers glisten, it is so that they may be annihilated.

though the wicked spring up as the grass, and all the evildoers flourish, they will be destroyed forever.

But transgressors will all be eliminated; the future of the wicked will be destroyed.

Indeed, you put them in slippery places; you make them fall into ruin.How suddenly they become a desolation! They come to an end, swept away by terrors.Like one waking from a dream, Lord, when arising, you will despise their image.

The tents of robbers are safe, and those who trouble God are secure; God holds them in his hands.

For All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like a flower of the grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls,

“ For look, the day is coming, burning like a furnace, when all the arrogant and everyone who commits wickedness will become stubble. The coming day will consume them,” says the LORD of Armies,“ not leaving them root or branches.

Look at them— the wicked! They are always at ease, and they increase their wealth.

You will be righteous, LORD, even if I bring a case against you. Yet, I wish to contend with you: Why does the way of the wicked prosper? Why do all the treacherous live at ease?You planted them, and they have taken root. They have grown and produced fruit. You are ever on their lips, but far from their conscience.

So now we consider the arrogant to be fortunate. Not only do those who commit wickedness prosper, they even test God and escape.”

“ There was a rich man who would dress in purple and fine linen, feasting lavishly every day.But a poor man named Lazarus, covered with sores, was lying at his gate.He longed to be filled with what fell from the rich man’s table, but instead the dogs would come and lick his sores.One day the poor man died and was carried away by the angels to Abraham’s side. The rich man also died and was buried.And being in torment in Hades, he looked up and saw Abraham a long way off, with Lazarus at his side.‘ Father Abraham!’ he called out,‘ Have mercy on me and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, because I am in agony in this flame!’“‘ Son,’ Abraham said,‘ remember that during your life you received your good things, just as Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here, while you are in agony.

Do not be agitated by evildoers; do not envy those who do wrong.For they wither quickly like grass and wilt like tender green plants.

I have seen a wicked, violent person well-rooted, like a flourishing native tree.Then I passed by and noticed he was gone; I searched for him, but he could not be found.

Why do the wicked continue to live, growing old and becoming powerful?Their children are established while they are still alive, and their descendants, before their eyes.Their homes are secure and free of fear; no rod from God strikes them.Their bulls breed without fail; their cows calve and do not miscarry.They let their little ones run around like lambs; their children skip about,singing to the tambourine and lyre and rejoicing at the sound of the flute.

but let the rich boast in his humiliation because he will pass away like a flower of the field.For the sun rises and, together with the scorching wind, dries up the grass; its flower falls off, and its beautiful appearance perishes. In the same way, the rich person will wither away while pursuing his activities.

Their inhabitants have become powerless, dismayed, and ashamed. They are plants of the field, tender grass, grass on the rooftops, blasted by the east wind.

Then Abigail went to Nabal, and there he was in his house, holding a feast fit for a king. Nabal’s heart was cheerful, and he was very drunk, so she didn’t say anything to him until morning light.In the morning when Nabal sobered up, his wife told him about these events. His heart died and he became a stone.About ten days later, the LORD struck Nabal dead.

They pour out arrogant words; all the evildoers boast.

A voice was saying,“ Cry out!” Another said,“ What should I cry out?”“ All humanity is grass, and all its goodness is like the flower of the field.The grass withers, the flowers fade when the breath of the LORD blows on them; indeed, the people are grass.

As for man, his days are like grass— he blooms like a flower of the field;when the wind passes over it, it vanishes, and its place is no longer known.

For the apostasy of the inexperienced will kill them, and the complacency of fools will destroy them.

You end their lives; they sleep. They are like grass that grows in the morning—in the morning it sprouts and grows; by evening it withers and dries up.