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That the singing of the wicked [is] short, And the joy of the profane for a moment,

Though his excellency go up to the heavens, And his head against a cloud he strike --

As his own dung for ever he doth perish, His beholders say: `Where [is] he?'

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that the mirth of the wicked(A) is brief,
    the joy of the godless(B) lasts but a moment.(C)
Though the pride(D) of the godless person reaches to the heavens(E)
    and his head touches the clouds,(F)
he will perish forever,(G) like his own dung;
    those who have seen him will say, ‘Where is he?’(H)

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