But when the plant is pulled up from its spot, that place says, ‘I never saw you.’
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.
He never comes home again. Even his own family doesn’t remember him.
The eyes that see me now won’t see me anymore. You will look for me. But I’ll be gone.
It wraps its roots around a pile of rocks. It tries to find places to grow among the stones.
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.
But he soon passed away and was gone. Even though I looked for him, I couldn’t find him.
Those who are evil spring up like grass. Those who do wrong succeed. But they will be destroyed forever.