The eye that saw him will see him no more, and his place will no longer behold him.
The eye that beholds me will no longer see me. You will look for me, but I will be no more.
He never returns to his house; his place remembers him no more.
If he is uprooted from his place, it will disown him, saying, ‘I never saw you.’
yet he passed away and was no more; though I searched, he could not be found.
Yet a little while, and the wicked will be no more; though you look for them, they will not be found.
he will perish forever, like his own dung; those who had seen him will ask, ‘Where is he?’
as long as my breath is still within me and the breath of God remains in my nostrils,
As for man, his days are like grass—he blooms like a flower of the field;