He will not come back to his house, and his place will have no more knowledge of him.
But now that the child is dead there is no reason for me to go without food; am I able to make him come back to life? I will go to him, but he will never come back to me.
Like the waste from his body he comes to an end for ever: those who have seen him say, Where is he?
The eye which saw him sees him no longer; and his place has no more knowledge of him.
The east wind takes him up and he is gone; he is forced violently out of his place.
Men make signs of joy because of him, driving him from his place with sounds of hissing.
If he is taken away from his place, then it will say, I have not seen you.
The wind goes over it and it is gone; and its place sees it no longer.
For in a short time the evil-doer will be gone: you will go searching for his place, and it will not be there.