He returns no more to his house, nor does his place of residence know him any more.
But now he is dead. Why should I fast? Am I able to bring him back? I will go to him, but he cannot return to me!’”
he will perish forever, like his own excrement; those who used to see him will say, ‘Where is he?’
People who had seen him will not see him again, and the place where he was will recognize him no longer.
The east wind carries him away, and he is gone; it sweeps him out of his place.
It claps its hands at him in derision and hisses him away from his place.
If he is uprooted from his place, then that place will disown him, saying, ‘I have never seen you!’
but when the hot wind blows by, it disappears, and one can no longer even spot the place where it once grew.
Evil men will soon disappear; you will stare at the spot where they once were, but they will be gone.