The womb shall forget him. The worm shall feed sweetly on him. He shall be no more remembered. Unrighteousness shall be broken as a tree.
If I have said to corruption, 'You are my father;' to the worm, 'My mother,' and 'my sister;'
He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. My hope he has plucked up like a tree.
After my skin is destroyed, then in my flesh shall I see God,
They lie down alike in the dust. The worm covers them.
For now should I have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,
The LORD's face is against those who do evil, to cut off the memory of them from the earth.
The memory of the righteous is blessed, but the name of the wicked will rot.
So I saw the wicked buried. Indeed they came also from holiness. They went and were forgotten in the city where they did this. This also is vanity.
The dead shall not live. The deceased shall not rise. Therefore have you visited and destroyed them, and caused all memory of them to perish.
Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yes, these may forget, yet I will not forget you.
He cried aloud, and said thus, Hew down the tree, and cut off its branches, shake off its leaves, and scatter its fruit: let the animals get away from under it, and the fowls from its branches.
*Even now the axe lies at the root of the trees. Therefore, every tree that doesn't bring forth good fruit is cut down, and cast into the fire.