Never will I return home; soon I will be forgotten.
But now that he's dead, why should I go without eating? I can't bring him back! Some day I will join him in death, but he can't return to me.
they will disappear like dust, and those who knew them will wonder what happened.
and vanish from the sight of family and friends.
Then a scorching wind will sweep them away
At last, the wind will celebrate because they are gone.
But once they are pulled up, they have no more place;
But a scorching wind blows, and they quickly wither to be for ever forgotten.
Sinners will soon disappear, never to be found,