I saw the wicked buried with honour, but God's people had to leave the holy city and were forgotten. None of this makes sense.
How often does he strike them like a storm that scatters straw?
I am completely forgotten like someone dead. I am merely a broken dish.
Good people are remembered long after they are gone, but the wicked are soon forgotten.
No one who lived in the past is remembered any more, and everyone yet to be born will be forgotten too.
Wise or foolish, we all die and are soon forgotten.”
But the city was saved by the wisdom of a poor person who was soon forgotten.
We know that we will die, but the dead don't know a thing. Nothing good will happen to them—they are gone and forgotten.
You are a spring of water giving Israel life and hope. But if the people reject what you have told me, they will be swept away like words written in dust.
The poor man died, and angels took him to the place of honour next to Abraham. The rich man also died and was buried.
Some men agreed to tell lies about Stephen, and they said, “This man keeps on saying terrible things about this holy temple and the Law of Moses.
The people God accepts will live because of their faith. But he isn't pleased with anyone who turns back.”