but they will be blown away like dust. Those who used to know them will wonder where they have gone.

You see me now, but never again. If you look for me, I'll be gone.

(SEE 7:9)

But then pull them up--- no one will ever know they were there.

as long as God gives me breath,

Soon the wicked will disappear; you may look for them, but you won't find them;

but later I passed by, and he wasn't there; I looked for him, but couldn't find him.

As for us, our life is like grass. We grow and flourish like a wild flower;

then the wind blows on it, and it is gone--- no one sees it again.