^27-35 “Even if they’re the picture of health,
    trim and fit and youthful,
They’ll end up living in a ghost town
    sleeping in a hovel not fit for a dog,
    a ramshackle shack.
They’ll never get ahead,
    never amount to much of anything.
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.”