Yet a little while and the wrong is no more; And you shall look on his place, But it is not.
And Yĕ
And they impaled Haman on the stake that he had prepared for Mordeḵ
But man dies and is powerless, and man expires, and where is he?
that the singing of the wrong is short-lived, and the joy of the defiled one is but for a moment?
They are lifted up for a little while, then they are gone, then they shall be brought low. Like all else they are gathered up, and they are cut off like the heads of grain.
He returns no more to his house, nor does his place know him any more.
And why do You not pardon my transgression, and take away my crookedness? For now I lie down in the dust, and You shall seek me, but I am not.”
For the wind blows over it, and it is no more, And its place no longer remembers it.
For he sees wise men die, The foolish and the ignorant both perish, And shall leave their wealth to others.
Let Ě
The house of the wrong is destroyed, But the tent of the straight flourishes.
But the end of all has drawn near. Therefore be sober-minded, and be attentive in the prayers.