quoniam spes impii tamquam lanugo est quæ a vento tollitur, et tamquam spuma gracilis quæ a procella dispergitur, et tamquam fumus qui a vento diffusus est, et tamquam memoria hospitis unius diei prætereuntis.
For the hope of the wicked is as dust, which is blown away with the wind, and as a thin froth which is dispersed by the storm: and a smoke that is scattered abroad by the wind: and as the remembrance of a guest of one day that passeth by.
Quia spe impio sicut lanugo es que ab vento tolle, et sicut spuma gracile que ab procella disperge, et sicut fumo qui ab vento diffunde es, et sicut memoria de hospite de uno de die praeteri.