From morning to evening they will be struck; from not setting to superintend they will perish.
And they dashed themselves, nation upon nation, and city upon city: for God disturbed them with all straits.
The son of thirty and two was he in his reigning, and he reigned eight years in Jerusalem; and he will go without desire: and they will bury him in the city of David, and not in the graves of the kings.
If a man die, shall he live? All the days of my warfare I will wait till the coming of my change.
And as a flower he will come forth, and will be cut down: and he will flee as a shadow, and shall not stand.
Thou wilt overpower him forever, and he will go away: changing his face, thou wilt send him away.
When years of number shall come, and the way I shall go I shall not turn back
His remembrance shall perish from the earth, and not a name to him upon a face without.
As his dung he shall perish forever: they seeing him shall say, Where is he?
And he shall pass away, and behold, he is not: and I shall seek him and he was not found.
Look away from me, and I shall be cheerful, before I shall go and I not be.
In the putting forth of the unjust as grass, and all working iniquity shall flourish; to destroy them even to forever:
The memory of the just one for blessing: and the name of the wicked shall be rotten.