For the hope of the ungodly is like dust that is blown away with the wind; like a thin froth that is driven away with the storm; like as the smoke which is dispersed here and there with a tempest, and passeth away as the remembrance of a guest that tarrieth but a day.
For the hope of the wicked is like dust carried off by the wind, like fine foam driven away by a storm, like smoke scattered by a gale, gone like the memory of a guest who stayed only a day.
