Psalm 73 — Psalms 73:17–22

Until I went into the sanctuary of God,
And considered their latter end.

Surely thou settest them in slippery places:
Thou castest them down to destruction.

How are they become a desolation in a moment!
They are utterly consumed with terrors.

As a dream when one awaketh,
So, O Lord, when thou awakest, thou wilt despise their image.

For my soul was grieved,
And I was pricked in my heart:

So brutish was I, and ignorant;
I was as a beast before thee.