But once they are pulled up, they have no more place;
they will disappear like dust, and those who knew them will wonder what happened.
and vanish from the sight of family and friends.
Never will I return home; soon I will be forgotten.
I will vanish from sight, and no one, including you, will ever see me again.
They wrap their roots tightly around rocks.
But a scorching wind blows, and they quickly wither to be forever forgotten.
Sinners will soon disappear, never to be found,
Suddenly they disappeared! I looked, but they were gone and no longer there.
Though the wicked sprout and spread like grass, they will be pulled up by their roots.