YLT(i)
3 The peace of the wicked I see, That there are no bands at their death,
4 And their might is firm.
5 In the misery of mortals they are not, And with common men they are not plagued.
6 Therefore hath pride encircled them, Violence covereth them as a dress.
7 Their eye hath come out from fat. The imaginations of the heart transgressed;