But when it is uprooted from its place, ⌞the ground⌟ denies it ⌞and says⌟, ‘I never saw you!’
he will certainly rot like his own feces. Those who have seen him will say, ‘Where is he?’
Eyes that saw him will see him no more. His home will not look at him again.
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.
Its roots weave through a pile of stones. They cling to a stone house.
When the wind blows over the flower, it disappears, and there is no longer any sign of it.
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.
that wicked people sprout like grass and all troublemakers blossom ⌞like flowers⌟, only to be destroyed forever.