They are smashed to pieces from dawn to dusk; unnoticed, they perish forever.
he will perish forever, like his own dung; those who had seen him will ask, ‘Where is he?’
yet he passed away and was no more; though I searched, he could not be found.
Like a flower, he comes forth, then withers away; like a fleeting shadow, he does not endure.
that though the wicked sprout like grass, and all evildoers flourish, they will be forever destroyed.
Nation was crushed by nation, and city by city, for God afflicted them with all kinds of adversity.
The memory of him perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the land.
Jehoram was thirty-two years old when he became king, and he reigned in Jerusalem eight years. He died, to no one’s regr
For when only a few years are past I will go the way of no return.
When a man dies, will he live again? All the days of my hard service I will wait, until my renewal comes.
You sweep them away in their sleep; they are like the new grass of the morning—
Turn Your gaze away from me, that I may again be cheered before I depart and am no more.”
The memory of the righteous is a blessing, but the name of the wicked will rot.
My dwelling has been picked up and removed from me like a shepherd’s tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver; He cu
You forever overpower him, and he passes on; You change his countenance and send him away.