If one swallows him from his place, even it shall deny him, saying, I have not seen you!
he shall perish forever like his dung; they who see him shall say, Where is he?
An eye caught sight of him, but will not again; yea, his place shall not again see him.
He shall not return again to his house;, and his place shall not know him any more.
The eye of him who sees me shall not gaze at me; Your eyes will be on me, and I will not be.
His roots are wrapped around a heap; he sees a house of stones.
For the wind passes over it, and it is not; and its place never recognizes it again.
It is but a little and the wicked one shall not be; yea, you shall consider his place, and he is not.
yet he passed away, and, behold, he was not; and I looked for him, but he could not be found.
When the wicked ones flourish like grass, and all the evildoers blossom, it is for them to be destroyed forever.