He never comes home again. Even his own family doesn’t remember him.
But now he’s dead. So why should I continue to go without food? Can I bring him back to life again? Someday I’ll go to him. But he won’t return to me.”
But they will disappear forever, like the waste from their own bodies. Anyone who has seen them will say, ‘Where did they go?’
The eyes that saw them won’t see them anymore. Even their own families won’t remember them.
The east wind carries them off, and they are gone. It sweeps them out of their houses.
It claps its hands and makes fun of them. It hisses them out of their houses.”
But when the plant is pulled up from its spot, that place says, ‘I never saw you.’
When the wind blows on them, they are gone. No one can tell that they had ever been there.
In a little while, there won’t be any more sinners. Even if you look for them, you won’t be able to find them.