The eye that watches over me will no longer see me. Your eye will look for me, but I’ll be gone.
But why should I fast now that he’s dead? Can I bring him back? ⌞Someday⌟ I’ll go to him, but he won’t come back to me.”
You put my feet in shackles. You follow my trail by engraving marks on the soles of my feet.
But a human dies and is powerless. A person breathes his last breath, and where is he?
You observe this and call me to account to you.
He will fly away like a dream and not be found. He will be chased away like a vision in the night.
Eyes that saw him will see him no more. His home will not look at him again.
He may go to bed rich, but he’ll never be rich again. When he opens his eyes, nothing will be left.
Instead of being alive, I would now be quietly lying down. I would now be sleeping peacefully.
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!”
But when it is uprooted from its place, ⌞the ground⌟ denies it ⌞and says⌟, ‘I never saw you!’
When the wind blows over the flower, it disappears, and there is no longer any sign of it.
But he moved on, and now there is no trace of him. I searched for him, but he could not be found.
With stern warnings you discipline people for their crimes. Like a moth you eat away at what is dear to them. Certainly, everyone is like a whisper in the wind. Selah