They will be forgotten like a dream
Right away, Haman was hanged on the tower he had built to hang Mordecai, and the king calmed down.
Terror strikes and pursues from every side.
thrown far from the light into a world of darkness,
Terror will strike at night like a flood or a storm.
Why do you refuse to forgive? Soon you won't find me, because I'll be dead.
I will vanish from sight, and no one, including you, will ever see me again.
You rode on the backs of flying creatures and swooped down with the wind as wings.
They will disappear, Lord, despised like a bad dream the morning after.
We can expect seventy years, or maybe eighty, if we are healthy, but even our best years bring trouble and sorrow. Suddenly our time is up, and we disappear.
You bring our lives to an end just like a dream. We are merely tender grass
Those crooks will disappear when a storm strikes, but God will keep safe all who obey him.
He will retreat to his fortresses in his own country, but on the way he will be defeated and never again be seen.
