Betweenmorningand eveningthey are brokenin pieces;Unobserved,they perishforever.
"Nationwas crushedby nation,and cityby city,for Godtroubledthem with everykind of distress.
He was thirty-twoyears oldwhen he becameking,and he reignedin Jerusalemeightyears;and he departedwith noone's regret,and they buriedhim in the cityof David,but not in the tombsof the kings.
"Ifa mandies,will he live[again]? Allthe daysof my struggleI will waitUntilmy changecomes.
"Like a flowerhe comesforthand withers.He also fleeslike a shadowand does not remain.
"You foreveroverpowerhim and he departs;[You] changehis appearanceand sendhim away.
"For when a fewyearsare past,I shall gothe wayof noreturn.
"Memoryof him perishesfrom the earth,And he has nonameabroad.
He perishesforeverlike his refuse;Those who have seenhim will say,'Whereis he?'
Then he passedaway,and lo,he was nomore;I soughtfor him, but he could not be found.
"TurnYour gazeawayfrom me, that I may smile[again] BeforeI departand am nomore."
That when the wickedsproutedup likegrassAnd allwho didiniquityflourished,It [was only] that they might be destroyedforevermore.
The memoryof the righteousis blessed,But the nameof the wickedwill rot.
