"Ifhe is removedfrom his place,Then it will denyhim, [saying], 'I neversawyou.'
He perishesforeverlike his refuse;Those who have seenhim will say,'Whereis he?'
"The eyewhich sawhim sees him nolonger, And his placenolongerbeholdshim.
"He will not returnagainto his house,Norwill his placeknowhim anymore.
"The eyeof him who seesme will beholdme nolonger; Your eyes[will be] on me, but I will not be.
"His rootswraparounda rockpile,He graspsa houseof stones.
Whenthe windhas passedoverit, it is nomore,And its placeacknowledgesit nolonger.
Yeta littlewhileand the wickedmanwill be nomore;And you will lookcarefullyfor his placeand he will not be [there].
Then he passedaway,and lo,he was nomore;I soughtfor him, but he could not be found.
That when the wickedsproutedup likegrassAnd allwho didiniquityflourished,It [was only] that they might be destroyedforevermore.
