His memorial hath perished from the land, And he hath no name on the street.
Your remembrances `are' similes of ashes, For high places of clay your heights.
Forget him doth the womb, Sweeten `on' him doth the worm, No more is he remembered, And broken as a tree is wickedness.
His posterity is for cutting off, In another generation is their name blotted out.
They are before Jehovah continually, And He cutteth off from earth their memorial.
(The face of Jehovah `is' on doers of evil, To cut off from earth their memorial.)
Mine enemies say evil of me: When he dieth -- his name hath perished!
They have said, `Come, And we cut them off from `being' a nation, And the name of Israel is not remembered any more.'
O thou Enemy, Finished have been destructions for ever, As to cities thou hast plucked up, Perished hath their memorial with them.
The remembrance of the righteous `is' for a blessing, And the name of the wicked doth rot.
And the wicked from the earth are cut off, And treacherous dealers plucked out of it!
Thou art not united with them in burial, For thy land thou hast destroyed, Thy people thou hast slain, Not named to the age is the seed of evil doers.
Dead -- they live not, Rephaim, they rise not, Therefore Thou hast inspected and dost destroy them, Yea, thou destroyest all their memory.
And commanded concerning thee hath Jehovah, `No more of thy name doth spread abroad, From the house of thy gods I cut off graven and molten image, I appoint thy grave, for thou hast been vile.