If he is destroyed from his place, then it shall deny him, saying, 'I have not seen you.'
yet he shall perish forever like his own dung. Those who have seen him shall say, 'Where is he?'
The eye which saw him shall see him no more, neither shall his place any more see him.
He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
The eye of him who sees me shall see me no more. Your eyes shall be on me, but I shall not be.
His roots are wrapped around the rock pile. He sees the place of stones.
For the wind passes over it, and it is gone. Its place remembers it no more.
For yet a little while, and the wicked will be no more. Yes, though you look for his place, he isn't there.
But he passed away, and behold, he was not. Yes, I sought him, but he could not be found.
though the wicked spring up as the grass, and all the evil-doers flourish, they will be destroyed forever.