The eye that saw him will not see him again; his place will look on him no more.
The eye that sees me now will see me no more; your eyes will be on me, but I will be no more.
he will never return to his house, his place does not know him.
But once he passed by, he was no more. Though I looked for him, he could not be found.
Yet a little while, and the wicked will be no more. Yes, you will look at his place, but he will not be there.
If he is uprooted from his place, it denies him saying, ‘I never saw you.’
as long as my breath is still in me, the Ruach of God in my nostrils,
he perishes forever like his own dung. Those who have seen him will say, ‘Where is he?’