2But as for me, my feet were almost gone;

My steps had well nigh slipped.

3For I was envious at the arrogant,

When I saw the prosperity of the wicked.

4For there are no pangs in their death;

But their strength is firm.

5They are not in trouble as other men;

Neither are they plagued like other men.

6Therefore pride is as a chain about their neck;

Violence covereth them as a garment.

7Their eyes stand out with fatness:

They have more than heart could wish.

8They scoff, and in wickedness utter oppression:

They speak loftily.

9They have set their mouth in the heavens,

And their tongue walketh through the earth.

10Therefore his people return hither:

And waters of a full cup are drained by them.

11And they say, How doth God know?

And is there knowledge in the Most High?

12Behold, these are the wicked;

And, being alway at ease, they increase in riches.

13Surely in vain have I cleansed my heart,

And washed my hands in innocency;

14For all the day long have I been plagued,

And chastened every morning.