A Man Who Drinks Iniquity Like Water

The wicked man writhes in pain all his days, through all the years that are laid up for the ruthless. He knows that a day of darkness is ready at his hand. How much less one who is abominable and corrupt, a man who drinks iniquity like water? If i were in your place, i also could in words together against you and shake my head at you. I could strengthen you with my mouth. And the solace of my lips would assuage your pain. For when a few years have come, i shall go the way from which i shall not return. Even now behold my witness is in heaven. My eye pours out tears to god