3The peace of the wicked I see, That there are no bands at their death,
4And their might is firm.
5In the misery of mortals they are not, And with common men they are not plagued.
6Therefore hath pride encircled them, Violence covereth them as a dress.
7Their eye hath come out from fat. The imaginations of the heart transgressed;
8They do corruptly, And they speak in the wickedness of oppression, From on high they speak.