Job 21:9

When I remember, I am troubled.

Horror takes hold of my flesh.

“Why do the wicked live,

become old, yes, and grow mighty in power?

Their child is established with them in their sight,

their offspring before their eyes.

Their bulls breed without fail.

Their cows calve, and don’t miscarry.

They send out their little ones like a flock.

Their children dance.

They sing to the tambourine and harp,

and rejoice at the sound of the pipe.