I will call the grave my father, and the worms that eat me I will call my mother and my sisters.

Even after my skin is eaten by disease, while still in this body I will see God.

Good people will be remembered as a blessing, but the wicked will soon be forgotten.

Yes, I have seen the wicked buried and in their graves, but on the way back from the cemetery people praise them in the very city where they did their evil. It is useless.

Now they are dead and will not live again; their ghosts will not rise, for you have punished them and destroyed them. No one remembers them any more.

There is hope for a tree that has been cut down; it can come back to life and sprout.

with water it will sprout like a young plant.

Their roots and branches are withered and dry.

Their fame is ended at home and abroad; no one remembers them any more.

He proclaimed in a loud voice, 'Cut the tree down and chop off its branches; strip off its leaves and scatter its fruit. Drive the animals from under it and the birds out of its branches.

The ax is ready to cut down the trees at the roots; every tree that does not bear good fruit will be cut down and thrown in the fire.