He returns no more to his house, nor does his place know him any more.
“But now he is dead, why should I fast? Am I able to bring him back again? I am going to him, but he does not return to me.”
he perishes forever like his own dung. Those who have seen him say, ‘Where is he?’
Eyes that saw him do so no more, nor does his place see him any more.
The east wind takes him away, and he is gone; for it sweeps him from his place.
It claps its hands at him, and it hisses him out of his place.
If he is destroyed from his place, then it shall deny him: ‘I have not seen you.’
For the wind blows over it, and it is no more, And its place no longer remembers it.
Yet a little while and the wrong is no more; And you shall look on his place, But it is not.