he will never return to his house, his place does not know him.
But now that he has died, why should I fast? Can I bring him back again? It is I who will be going to him, but he will never return to me.”
he perishes forever like his own dung. Those who have seen him will say, ‘Where is he?’
The eye that saw him will not see him again; his place will look on him no more.
The east wind picks him up and he is gone; it sweeps him out of his place.
It claps its hands at him in derision, and hisses him out of his place.”
If he is uprooted from his place, it denies him saying, ‘I never saw you.’
but when the wind blows over it, it is gone, and its place is no longer known.
Yet a little while, and the wicked will be no more. Yes, you will look at his place, but he will not be there.