Wait a little, and the wicked will be no more; look for them and they will not be there.
But the poor will possess the land, will delight in great prosperity.
The wicked plot against the just and grind their teeth at them;
But the Lord laughs at them, knowing their day is coming.
The wicked draw their swords; they string their bows
to fell the poor and oppressed,
to slaughter those whose way is honest.
Their swords will pierce their own hearts; their bows will be broken.