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That the triumphing of the wicked is short, The joy of the godless but for a moment?
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Though his height mount up to the heavens, And his head reach to the clouds,
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Yet he shall perish forever like his own dung, Those who have seen him shall say, `Where is he?`
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He shall fly away as a dream, and shall not be found: Yes, he shall be chased away like a vision of the night.
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The eye which saw him shall see him no more, Neither shall his place any more see him.