Job 21:8

4As for me, is my complaint to man? Why shouldn’t I be impatient?

5Look at me, and be astonished. Lay your hand on your mouth.

6When I remember, I am troubled. Horror takes hold of my flesh.

7“Why do the wicked live, become old, yes, and grow mighty in power?

8Their child is established with them in their sight, their offspring before their eyes.

9Their houses are safe from fear, neither is the rod of God upon them.

10Their bulls breed without fail. Their cows calve, and don’t miscarry.

11They send out their little ones like a flock. Their children dance.

12They sing to the tambourine and harp, and rejoice at the sound of the pipe.