If he is uprooted from his place, it denies him saying, ‘I never saw you.’
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.
The eye that sees me now will see me no more; your eyes will be on me, but I will be no more.
A brutish man does not know, nor does a fool understand.
Yet a little while, and the wicked will be no more. Yes, you will look at his place, but he will not be there.
The eye that saw him will not see him again; his place will look on him no more.
he entwines his roots around a heap of stones, and looks for a place between the rocks.
he perishes forever like his own dung. Those who have seen him will say, ‘Where is he?’
but when the wind blows over it, it is gone, and its place is no longer known.