If he is uprooted from his place, it will disown him, saying, ‘I never saw you.’
He never returns to his house; his place remembers him no more.
yet he passed away and was no more; though I searched, he could not be found.
The eye that beholds me will no longer see me. You will look for me, but I will be no more.
that though the wicked sprout like grass, and all evildoers flourish, they will be forever destroyed.
Surely You set them on slick ground; You cast them down into ruin.
The eye that saw him will see him no more, and his place will no longer behold him.
Yet a little while, and the wicked will be no more; though you look for them, they will not be found.