35-36. I saw Wicked bloated like a toad,croaking pretentious nonsense.The next time I looked there was nothing—a punctured bladder, vapid and limp.
37-38. Keep your eye on the healthy soul,scrutinize the straight life;There’s a futurein strenuous wholeness.But the willful will soon be discarded;insolent souls are on a dead-end street.
39-40. The spacious, free life is from God,it’s also protected and safe.God-strengthened, we’re delivered from evil—when we run to him, he saves us.