If he be destroyed from his place, Then it shall deny him, saying, I have not seen thee.
He shall return no more to his house, Neither shall his place know him any more.
But one passed by, and, lo, he was not: Yea, I sought him, but he could not be found.
The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more; Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.
When the wicked spring as the grass, And when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; It is that they shall be destroyed for ever.
For yet a little while, and the wicked shall not be: Yea, thou shalt diligently consider his place, and he shall not be.
The eye which saw him shall see him no more; Neither shall his place any more behold him.
His roots are wrapped about the stone-heap, He beholdeth the place of stones.
Yet he shall perish for ever like his own dung: They that have seen him shall say, Where is he?
For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; And the place thereof shall know it no more.