He shall never return to his house, Nor shall his place know him anymore.
If he is destroyed from his place, Then it will deny him, saying, ‘I have not seen you.’
For the wind passes over it, and it is gone, And its place remembers it no more.
The eye that saw him will see him no more, Nor will his place behold him anymore.
Men shall clap their hands at him, And shall hiss him out of his place.
The east wind carries him away, and he is gone; It sweeps him out of his place.
Yet he will perish forever like his own refuse; Those who have seen him will say, ‘Where is he?’
For yet a little while and the wicked shall be no more; Indeed, you will look carefully for his place, But it shall be no more.
But now he is dead; why should I fast? Can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.”