If he is uprooted from his place, then it will deny him, saying, ‘I have not seen you.’
yet he will perish forever like his own excrement; those who have seen him will say, ‘Where is he?’
The eye that saw him will see him no more; nor will his place behold him anymore.
He will never return to his house, and his place will not recognize him anymore.
The eye of him who sees me will behold me no more; your eyes will be on me, but I will be no more.
His roots are wrapped around the rock heap, and he sees the place of stones.
For the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place knows it no more.
Yet a little while, and the wicked will be no more; though you look diligently for his place, he will not be there.
Yet he passed by, and behold, he was no more; though I sought him, he could not be found.
that though the wicked spring up like grass and though all the workers of iniquity flourish, they will be destroyed forever: