Brief joy in Zophar’s account

6Though his height rises to the heavens, and his head reaches to the clouds,

7Like his own dung, he will perish forever; those who saw him will say, ‘Where is he?’

8Like a dream he flies away and is not found; he is driven away like a vision of the night.

9The eye that saw him will not see him again, and his place will no longer see him.

10His sons will seek the favor of the poor, and his hands will give back his wealth.

11His bones are full of his youthful vigor, but it will lie down with him in the dust.