He will fly away like a dream and not be found. He will be chased away like a vision in the night.
So servants hung Haman’s ⌞dead body⌟ on the very pole he had prepared for Mordecai. Then the king got over his raging anger.
“Terrors suddenly pounce on him from every side and chase him every step he takes.
He will be driven from the light into the dark and chased out of the world.
Terrors overtake him like a flood. A windstorm snatches him away at night.
Why don’t you forgive my disobedience and take away my sin? Soon I’ll lie down in the dust. Then you will search for me, but I’ll be gone!”
The eye that watches over me will no longer see me. Your eye will look for me, but I’ll be gone.
He rode on one of the angels as he flew, and he soared on the wings of the wind.
As ⌞someone⌟ gets rid of a dream when he wakes up, so you, O Lord, get rid of the thought of them when you wake up.
Each of us lives for 70 years— or even 80 if we are in good health. But the best of them ⌞bring⌟ trouble and misery. Indeed, they are soon gone, and we fly away.
You sweep mortals away. They are a dream. They sprout again in the morning like cut grass.
When the storm has passed, the wicked person has vanished, but the righteous person has an everlasting foundation.
He will turn back toward the fortresses in his own country, but he will stumble, fall, and disappear.