The womb forgets them; the worm feeds on them; they are remembered no more. So injustice is broken like a tree.
The memory of the righteous is a blessing, but the name of the wicked will rot.
He called out in a loud voice: ‘Cut down the tree and chop off its branches; strip off its leaves and scatter its fruit.
The roots beneath him dry up, and the branches above him wither away.
The dead will not live; the departed spirits will not rise. Therefore You have punished and destroyed them; You have wip
The axe lies ready at the root of the trees, and every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown
Then too, I saw the burial of the wicked who used to go in and out of the holy place, and they were praised in the city
and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’
For there is hope for a tree: If it is cut down, it will sprout again, and its tender shoots will not fail.
Even after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I will see God.