They are smashed to pieces from dawn to dusk; they perish for ever while no one notices.
he will vanish for ever like his own dung. Those who know him will ask, ‘Where is he? ’
The remembrance of the righteous is a blessing, but the name of the wicked will rot.
All memory of him perishes from the earth; he has no name anywhere.
For only a few years will pass before I go the way of no return.
You completely overpower him, and he passes away; you change his appearance and send him away.
When a person dies, will he come back to life? If so, I would wait all the days of my struggle until my relief comes.
He blossoms like a flower, then withers; he flees like a shadow and does not last.
Jehoram was thirty-two years old when he became king; he reigned for eight years in Jerusalem. He died to no one’s regret , and was buried in the city of David but not in the tombs of the kings.
Nation was crushed by nation and city by city, for God troubled them with every possible distress.