The Hand of God Has Touched Me

Zophar the namothite wrote: 'My bones cling to my skin and to my flesh, and i have escaped by the skin of my teeth' The wickedness is sweet in his mouth, though he hides it under his tongue. He swallows down riches and vomits them up again; God casts them out of his belly. His children will seek the favour of the poor, and his hands will give back his wealth. But for a moment, though his height mount up to the heavens and his head reach to the clouds, he will perish forever like his own dung.