If they are destroyed from their place, then it will deny them, saying, ‘I have never seen you.’
they will perish forever like their own dung; those who have seen them will say, ‘Where are they?’
The eye that saw them will see them no more, nor will their place behold them any longer.
they return no more to their houses, nor do their places know them any more.
The eye that beholds me will see me no more; while your eyes are upon me, I shall be gone.
Their roots twine around the stoneheap; they live among the rocks.
for the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place knows it no more.
Yet a little while, and the wicked will be no more; though you look diligently for their place, they will not be there.
Again I passed by, and they were no more; though I sought them, they could not be found.
though the wicked sprout like grass and all evildoers flourish, they are doomed to destruction forever,