Eyes that saw him will see him no more. His home will not look at him again.
he will certainly rot like his own feces. Those who have seen him will say, ‘Where is he?’
‘As long as there is one breath ⌞left⌟ in me and God’s breath fills my nostrils,
He doesn’t come back home again, and his household doesn’t recognize him anymore.
The eye that watches over me will no longer see me. Your eye will look for me, but I’ll be gone.
But when it is uprooted from its place, ⌞the ground⌟ denies it ⌞and says⌟, ‘I never saw you!’
In a little while a wicked person will vanish. Then you can carefully examine where he was, but there will be no trace of him.
But he moved on, and now there is no trace of him. I searched for him, but he could not be found.