2. But as for me, my steps near slipp'd,my feet were almost gone.
3. For I envious was, and grudg'dthe foolish folk to see,When I perceiv'd the wicked sortenjoy prosperity.
4. For still their strength continueth firm;their death of bands is free.
5. They are not toil'd like other men,nor plagu'd, as others be.
6. Therefore their pride, like to a chain,them compasseth about;And, as a garment, violencedoth cover them throughout.
7. Their eyes stand out with fat; they havemore than their hearts could wish.