he returns no more to his house, nor does his place know him anymore.
If he is destroyed from his place, then it will deny him, saying, ‘I have never seen you.’
for the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place knows it no more.
The eye that saw him will see him no more, nor will his place any more behold him.
It claps its hands at him and hisses at him from its place.
The east wind lifts him up and he is gone; it sweeps him out of his place.
he will perish forever like his own dung; those who have seen him will say, ‘Where is he?’
In just a little while, the wicked will be no more; though you look carefully at his place, he will not be there.
But now he is dead. Why should I fast? Can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he will not return to me.”